Volume 1, Chapter 51: Where is my child!

Father and daughter walked silently all the way, keeping their heads down.
Chacha occasionally cast pleading glances at Secretary Li and Wu Yichen, but both of them deliberately avoided her eyes.
There was nothing she could do; when President Gu was angry, how dare anyone step forward to court trouble?
Chacha had no choice but to quickly move her short little legs, struggling to keep up behind her father.

"It's not like we've never slept together." Upon seeing the scar on her back, he became certain that those dreams were connected to reality; the things in his dreams were as vivid as if he had experienced them personally.

Fortunately, Jiang Yuan kept insisting that Li Caixia remain quiet, so their activities within the retirement compound proceeded without any interference.

Her excuse for obtaining the household register was that she wanted to take it to the division headquarters for registration, and then go to school in advance to collect a certificate of completion, so that she could find a factory job when the time came.

Recalling carefully and taking in the surrounding environment, she remembered... they were in the middle of dismantling a human trafficking ring.

At the same time, the primordial core in her lower dantian spun frantically, surging forth with even more spiritual energy to counter the "foreign intruder."

Lin Dong felt bored and wanted to find some amusement. Thus, he molded a "golden finger," named it "Astaroth," and tossed it out.

Regarding the ten family rules, Tan Yinhe considered them to be the "special" care of a "well-meaning" aunt. Aside from doing housework and serving others, she had no other special talents, nor any tests she "needed to take terribly seriously."

The Extreme Ice Python had been living quite a suffocating existence these past few days. First, someone had trespassed into its territory, and since a boundary barrier was already set, it was deeply annoyed. Now, another death-seeking individual had barged in—wasn't this just adding fuel to the fire?

Looking at Bailan, who was undergoing the mutated heavenly tribulation, she wondered what on earth she was. Clearly a deity, yet her strength seemed remarkably weak, to the extent that even a lowest-tier mutated heavenly tribulation required the assistance of a Divine Venerable.

Xu Ziming did not take Wan Ziliang's matter particularly to heart. Today, he had an appointment with Huang Baiming of Cinema City at the Peninsula Hotel, and the subsequent integration of the Hong Kong film industry was the matter Xu Ziming cared about most.

Watching Pei Yan's body lean toward her, Ying Xuxhuan furrowed her brows and subconsciously reached out to catch him.

Yet now, every single one of his strikes felt like punching cotton—soft and yielding, completely devoid of any response.

Those few photographs replayed endlessly in his mind, acting like a leather whip that continuously lashed at his soul.

Melancholy clung to Deng Cuiwen like spider silk, multiplying and leaving her feeling deeply anxious and flustered, terrified that the media would run wild with reports the next day and lead to her being blacklisted by the television station.

The Night Demon King instantly felt a wave of oppressive pressure. It wanted to crush Hancengyu to death immediately and flee the scene, but no matter how hard it exerted itself, it simply could not squeeze her. Glancing down at its own palm, it discovered that an enlarging chameleon was propping its hand open.

"In short, he likes me very much, and I like him very much too." Hearing Ming Yu say she liked him, the cold and rigid aura around Yan Zhuo suddenly softened, carrying a rare gentleness.

Feng Nian was still trying to guess which VIP this person taught by Li Sa could be, when he was abruptly yanked sideways by Shu Shu, stumbling in the process. He was truly at a loss for tears—why did Sect Leader Shu always love grabbing him by the back collar?

Early the next morning, Bo Huan blinked her hazy eyes open, but Mo Hanshen was no longer by her side.

Liu Dingtian looked at his own hands with some confusion. Before he could finish speaking, two crossbow bolts came flying—one high, one low, launched by Jin Dao and Jin Jun respectively. The timing was impeccably chosen, catching Liu Dingtian right at the moment his attention was momentarily distracted.

By this time, the sky was merely growing dim and had not yet turned completely dark, but the lights outside were already dazzlingly bright and immensely prosperous. Chen Lin sat down, gazed outward for a long time, and said nothing.

Cali retrieved the sun-and-moon banner, placed it back into the box, and set it beside Tizhu. With the sun-and-moon banner in hand, the people inside the golden tent looked upon Tizhu with a sliver of added reverence.