Chapter 122: You Planted a Bug on Me

Seeing the caller ID clearly, Min Xianshu patted her chest in relief and said, “Go ahead.”

Min Xue asked, “Auntie, I kept trying to call, but couldn’t get through. How is Uncle doing?”

Min Xianshu couldn’t bring herself to answer. It was the New Year, and they all wished for the family to be harmonious, not to let any incident cause discord.

The secrets surrounding Qi You were like the depths of an unfathomable sea—impossible to probe, impossible to illuminate.

When he found out Jiang Meijia was dating Lu Fei, he had stayed silent the whole time, but now he had finally found a chance to reprimand Lu Fei.

Outside the window, the restless force within the shadow’s body made Qi Miao break into a cold sweat, her sense of unease growing ever stronger.

With a flash of white light, Yin Luo collapsed to the ground, the dark aura around him dispersing uncontrollably. The blackness faded from his face, which slowly regained its pallor. His unfocused eyes looked in my direction, like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing in a final, desperate struggle for life.

A fresh scent of hawthorn mingled with the strong aroma of alcohol, so intoxicating that even Su Ci’an, who never drank, felt her senses grow hazy.

They had deliberately sent someone to buy goods, only to have someone else come at this very moment to return them at his shop.

“Please confirm your order, I have other deliveries to make.” Lin Ye dared not talk back, only wishing to leave this strange place as quickly as possible.

Liu Lan thought of what Zhou Sheng had said, and just as she was about to grip Zhou Sheng’s hand even tighter—

Xu Yang stared at Master Lin in utter shock. Watching him on television was one thing, but facing Master Lin in person was something else entirely.

Zhao Mingqing hadn’t expected to be recognized, but given the current situation, there was no chance of escape.

“Chenfeng, say whatever you have to say. Don’t try to fool me!” Wang Shoucai straightened his back. To him, stealing something was nothing worth feeling guilty about.

If outsiders learned about these children, there would surely be a swarm of reporters once again.

That morning, Chenfeng rose early from bed. After a good stretch, he felt immensely refreshed.

Lately, he had heard Jiang Xinyu had decided to go observe the refugees herself, and would be using General Zhao Changle’s troops for help. He had considered sending his own Black Cloud Guards as well, but now it seemed unnecessary.

“Moreover, right now, Sichuan produces more silk than grain, with high grain prices and low silk prices. In previous years, Shunqing Prefecture could still use silk as payment for taxes, but now…” Jiang Dingzhen shook his head and sighed.

Only outsiders could approach the heart of the forest, yet this world was entirely isolated—there could never be outsiders. For countless ages, Ning Fuchen was the first.

With a single phone call, Wang Mingyang made all the arrangements, opening the eyes of Lin’s parents, who had never dined in such a place before. Lin’s father, especially, wouldn’t put down his phone, snapping photos and living the fashionable life of the younger generation.

In daily life, Lord Chang’an was always sharp and clever, but his awkward posture on horseback made Zhao Kuo, riding swiftly ahead, burst into laughter. He said something, but the wind carried his words away, and Mingyue didn’t catch them. She assumed it couldn’t have been anything nice.

Beneath each jade token hung an ice-blue bead, constantly emitting a chill.

Their actions created quite a commotion, startling everyone inside and out. At the cry of “Fight!” chaos erupted in the teahouse. The previously closed doors of every private room flew open, and countless faces peered out, watching the scene unfold with excitement.

Because of the incident with the crystal chandelier, Lin Qianyu couldn’t even focus on work anymore. After all, who could possibly keep working after suddenly finding themselves saddled with millions in debt for no reason at all?