Caught Red-Handed

Every child is a precious treasure to their family, and regretting things after a disaster strikes is useless. She also stated that she would cooperate with Li Qingyun and keep a private eye on Chen Guizhi's situation.

Having received this assurance, Li Qingyun departed with an air of graceful composure.

As soon as class ended that day, she immediately picked up Erbao and took him home. Once they got back, she prepared a large bottle of milk for him. Gulping sounds echoed continuously, and within a few moments, the entire bottle was drained.

This was the proper way for a true foodie to operate, which made her even more certain that her suspicions were correct.

Now, all that remained was to catch them red-handed tomorrow.

Early the next morning

Every seat was arranged like stars surrounding the moon, facing a towering golden platform situated in the far south.

With this realization, Wen Liangyu unconsciously knitted his brows. Both his face and his eyes revealed a complex and conflicted emotion.

Princess Yan let out a cold snort. Originally, she had nothing against the Imperial Grandson's two teenage attendants, but thanks to the Peng family, Peng Shi and Peng Jian now looked utterly repulsive to her.

Though he would not be swayed from his own judgment by Lang Jue's words, Hu Zhentian knew that what Lang Jue had just said was not entirely unreasonable. If he hesitated any longer, he might truly leave some of his clansmen with the impression of being indecisive and overly timid.

"Sister Wanzhu, Brother Ranfeng is right here," Ouyang Xinyue said. She told her she had seen Brother Ranfeng, but Sister Wanzhu hadn't believed her. Now she had proven it, hadn't she?

"Just what kind of person are you?" As the ruler of a nation, Murong Zhuotian was naturally responsible for whatever happened on his territory. Helian Yunqian and Tantai Li wore entirely detached expressions, as if they were just watching a good show, though this particular show might not turn out to be so entertaining after all.

Taking advantage of the brief breathing room, the smile on Shaling'er's face grew even stiffer. Behind her, Niohuru wore a dark expression across half her face, glaring at the people inside the hall with hostility, her demeanor mostly cold and aloof.

The most beautiful part was her fingernails, shaped like cherry blossom petals, making one yearn to stroke them, toy with them, and then crush them... Thinking this, he actually reached out and touched them, only to discover that the surface of her nails was coated with a transparent, crystal-clear wax.

Because Yun Shuiyang and Jin Qiyan were returning to Shencheng in a few days, he asked his mother to rest more and spend more time together with Yun Shuiyang.

We joined in the laughter as well, but I guessed Fourteenth Brother was thinking much along the same lines as I was. This soul was a die-hard loyalist to the Colonel, and the possibility of winning him over was practically nil. Judging by his perspective, he was no different from the Colonel; expecting him to feel equal empathy for the islanders was simply too much to ask.

The vital energy and blood condensed into a blood dragon within his body, its roars carrying a low, painful groan as if it were struggling in agony, as though a hand were peeling its scales off one by one.

As for Yang Chen, he had already concluded his battle long ago. These Phoenix clan soldiers were completely immobilized beneath the river of time, and Yang Chen knocked them all unconscious with just a few punches.

Doctor Li was writing down the prescription. Ruoyu quickly stood up, took the scissors from Doctor Li's medical kit, and hid them beneath her pillow.

Witnessing this scene, Yang Chen gave a wry smile. Indeed, he was well aware of how massive the commotion caused by his recent fight with the Asura Ancestor had been, so it was no wonder these people had been drawn over.

Once they learned about Gu Shiyi, they naturally came to know about Yu Danggui. Seeing Yu Danggui still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, Gu Zhou could do nothing but sigh time and time again.

Although Gu Yinglei's sexual orientation was not entirely unknown to everyone, that knowledge had previously been confined strictly to those closest to him. To have it so explicitly pointed out out of nowhere by someone outside their circle—even though Gu Yinglei had prepared himself for the day his orientation would be discovered—still gave him an involuntary start of shock.

The people inside the carriage nodded one after another, save for Su Haitang sitting at the very back, who was clenching her fists so tightly that her rhinestone-inlaid fingernails dug deep into her palms.

Led by a plump, wealthy-looking middle-aged squire and his servants, the moment they caught sight of Yang Chen and Ling Yuyao, they immediately charged forward while shouting loudly.

She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the bloody trace at the corner of his mouth, attempting to wipe it away, but her hand was soft and utterly powerless.