Chapter 62: Petulance

Lou Yizhou looked at her.
Her tone carried a sense of notification, and it was a tone resembling someone else's—Lou Yizhou didn't even need to say who.
"Your leg isn't healed yet," Lou Yizhou said.
"There's an urgent matter at the company, and I've already agreed." She lay back down and added, "Besides, I've already passed the Third Master's test, and there won't be a next time. Now I don't even have..."

During this period, right at the peak season for home textile enterprises to stock up, hundreds of people went to the finance department to sign invoices and settle accounts. Coupled with the fact that Song Zhifei had only arrived at Ziyu Home Textiles a few days ago with countless complex matters waiting for him to sort out, how could he possibly be so familiar with her?

This matter was not simple! Mrs. Li immediately realized that this was indeed valuable information, and there was even an eyewitness right before her.

Given such a tempting condition, if she put herself in their shoes, she might find it hard to refuse as well.

In truth, Qin Feng was not particularly fond of this coffin; on the contrary, he harbored a strong sense of repulsion toward it. Because of Zhan Bai, Qin Feng currently held a deep yearning for the righteous path and justice. The only reason he put the coffin away was actually for the miraculous flame burning inside it.

She buttoned up the top button of her clothes, looking shyly at Lin Yu, still unaccustomed to being so exposed in front of others.

Xiao Shan walked into Xie Tian's room. Xie Tian was still unconscious, and Wang Ying was gazing at him with worried eyes. Xiao Shan looked at Wang Ying, Lin Kexin, and A Cheng with a gaze flashing with remorse, and said...

He finally made his grand appearance. The chairman of Shengyang Home Textiles probably had no face to show himself, so he sent the marketing vice president, Zhou Guoqing, instead. Of medium height, with a lean and gaunt figure, his face was almost devoid of flesh, leaving only a skeletal frame. Even though they hadn't seen each other in several years, who else could it be if not him?

"I'm here, just arrived," he replied aloud, while inwardly wondering how Shen Zhongyue knew Lin Lan.

Liu Yicang's gaze turned slightly cold. With a gentle sideways step, he grabbed the burly man's ankle and flung him outward with fierce force. Instantly, the man flew more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the granite pillar outside the classroom door before hitting the ground with a thud.

The commander sitting in the emergency mission center watched the footage transmitted from the satellite and slammed his fist onto the coffee table in fury.

"Do you really think so?" Shen Nie rested his arms on the study desk, leaning extremely close to her, making her forget to breathe for a split second.

Xie Jingyan spoke with profound affection and tenderness, the gentleness in his eyes seeming as though it was about to spill over.

Born with a frail constitution, she spent more time lying in bed throughout the four seasons than she did on her feet, and she took more medicine than meals. The possibility of her getting better was virtually slim to none. Being able to spend even a few days in comfort was already her greatest wish; how could she dare to harbor any other extravagant hopes?

Yet he was not willing to resign himself to fate. Enduring the relentless, bone-crushing pressure of that contracting grip, he immediately ignited a blazing orange-red flame.

A bank's survival relied on loan interest. Backed by government policies, with Wang Sheng stepping forward to pull strings, and most crucially, every time a supervisor came to the club to spend, they were presented with a complimentary VIP gold card before leaving.

Within just a few days, Ye Mingzhu had fully recovered all her strength and rehearsed every martial arts technique and mental cultivation method once again.

Yet he saw someone who looked no different from a human on Earth, wearing a white shirt and, by Earth standards, quite handsome.

Zhang Yuan felt somewhat lonely. Why did it feel like Bai Yueling was doing this on purpose? Couldn't she have arranged a seat right next to the viewing platform for him?

Upon arriving at the destination, they discovered it was a private cemetery, flanked by divine beasts on both sides and planted with weeping willows.

How much of those military strategies, troop formations, and skills in commanding battles he had learned, I do not know. However, such an upright and vigorous martial prowess, coupled with an open and forthright character, was undoubtedly something none of his other brothers possessed.

Seeing a few more hundred-yuan bills in his hand, the waiter's smile grew even more brilliant. He nodded repeatedly before stepping out of the private room.