Chapter 96: The Whereabouts of the Iron Cloth Shirt

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Aside from being unable to cook, accidentally blowing up the washing machine while doing laundry, and breaking a set of fine bone china dishes while washing up, everything else was fairly manageable.

Before Ling Bei could finish speaking, a faint, trembling voice, uncertain and hesitant, came from behind the four of them.

She remained silent, and Tang Huaizhe felt as if his harsh words had struck only cotton; no matter how cruel his words, those meant to be hurt appeared indifferent, which darkened his expression further.

She had never dined alone with Jun Puyu, but she and An Chujian ate lunch together every day. She knew well how slow An Chujian was when eating. Often, after she finished her meal and watched an episode of a drama, An Chujian would only then leisurely put down his chopsticks.

The person in the car got out directly, still dressed head to toe in black. Few could wear black in such a provocatively alluring manner, exuding a seductive aura quite like him.

The key point was that Song Zhiyan had actually agreed to follow the route arranged by Cheng Ying, to “build closer ties” with that marriage alliance candidate.

His mind was filled with the image of that president’s back—strong yet lonely.

“Grandma, I’ve been eating well, haven’t missed a single meal. It’s just that I’ve been a bit busy recently, so I’m a little tired.” In the last few days in the metropolis, Yun Anning had indeed been busy, coupled with the stress of travel and the shock from the mall incident. She was genuinely exhausted now.

If it had been good news, he wouldn’t have been so alert, but it was obvious that the gazes of the passersby were strange.

Upon seeing clearly, he suddenly loosened his grip in fright, dropping all the food onto the ground, then turned and ran away.

Looking back now, Chen Sheng felt that Xin’er might have resisted coming to City A because of this fellow.

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After all, although Lin Feng in his past life could occasionally clear the stage, it was only occasional. Now, with the aid of powerful mental strength, Lin Feng was able to deliberately clear the stage, demonstrating his so-called astonishing ability to cheat.

Seeing Chen Xinni’s attitude, Qian Liexian, who had always been invisible and silent, now ground his teeth in hatred, itching to slap Chen Xinni twice. In his eyes, Chen Xinni’s current choices and actions were a betrayal.

His meaning was clear: You all should be leaving now! However, Long Ziyan seemed to have misunderstood Ye Feng’s implied meaning.

“Damn it! Those bastards never expected the plan to be so thorough; they even pulled out this move. Damn!” The convict slammed his fist angrily onto the ground.

For example, the motorcycle he had been saving up for to buy suddenly lost all appeal after Zhou Yeyu’s one-time custom order. What once seemed thrilling and exciting—outdoor survival—became a challenge of no difficulty after Chen Yi’s countless battles.

The butler trembled as he spoke: “Master, the one who injured the young master is a youth. He is the young lord’s friend, so we dare not act rashly. We await your return for instructions.” The butler feared that Ding Jinghe would kill him on the spot in anger, so he quickly disclosed the culprit who injured Ding Zhenglin and Zheng Hailong.

“Haha, good, young man, neither arrogant nor impatient, very good! You don’t have to call me ‘city lord’ anymore. I’m Zheng Gutian. If you don’t mind, just call me uncle!” Zheng Gutian smiled as he said.

Zhou Yi congratulated Zhao Haiyun, knowing that with this score, admission to Changhuai University was absolutely assured. Zhao Haiyun was very pleased, having realized her wish to remain in the same place as Zhou Yi. She also mentioned that her father planned to celebrate for her and her sister before the semester started, asking Zhou Yi when he would return.

After a while, Chu Tianqi dragged Kebike back, cradling a large pile of potato chips and tossing bag after bag over eagerly, his excitement beyond words.

The sharp eyes beneath the mask swept the surroundings briefly, a flicker of brilliance flashing suddenly in his gaze.

Li Zifeng did not wait long before more miscellaneous people arrived, including some reporters.

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The Bloodshed Unit is a special department within our Heavenly Gate; they answer only to me and follow the orders of just a few core members. Zhou Zhi’s status doesn’t reach that level yet, so naturally, he is kept in the dark.

The entire room resembled a severely wounded soldier, scarred everywhere by sharp knives—on the walls, the tables, no place spared. When you enter this room, you feel a slight suffocation; it gives off a strong oppressive atmosphere.

Regardless of Shangg Ling’s thoughts after hearing the true sequence of events, Li Zifeng decided he would rather not deceive her.

What abruptly roused Chen Bo from his chaotic state was the sound of the doorbell. Rubbing his already messy hair, Chen Bo lazily went to open the door. As soon as it opened, Kang Wei handed the cake he was carrying right in front of Chen Bo.

“Come see for yourself. We don’t know what’s wrong. Everything seems normal, but the controls are just uncontrollable,” said a man who was clearly a technician.

“Ahem... you are indeed formidable, but if you think you can just knock me down like this, you’re still a little short of that,” Li Zifeng stood and said to the boss.

That night, Shen Jiaqi collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted, dressed only in sleepwear. Sitou Ling, unusually, did not urge him to take a shower.