Chapter 181: I Want My Sister

“Forget it, my baby is still so young this month. It wouldn’t make sense to call my mother over now. I’ll invite her to help with the postpartum care when I’m about to give birth.

Right now, it’s definitely not suitable to send the second child to the daycare again. I never expected Chen Guizhi to be that kind of person—it’s such a betrayal of my trust in her.

From now on, I can bring the second child to work. He’s already starting to walk slowly. When I’m teaching, I can ask other teachers to watch him or let him play quietly in the classroom.”

“You don’t need to worry about Chen Guizhi anymore. Leave it to me to handle,” Gu Tingzhou said.

He thought of the vast “Wings of Space” stretching dozens of meters, almost covering the sky. With a slight flicker, one could leap tens of miles. Although the Chen family elders fled in all directions, they couldn’t escape the sniper fire coming from the sky.

Eunuch An followed behind but kept glancing back at Shen Wan. She nodded at him, and he sighed deeply in his heart.

She didn’t know how Fu Sinian would react to her words—whether he would respect her wishes and draw clear boundaries or stubbornly persist in his pursuit.

“Why do your eyes look like light bulbs?” The child’s emotions were beginning to spiral out of control.

“What else could it be? Don’t tell me it’s because you’re abnormal and can’t accept me! But even if you are, I’d still want you!” Tang Shaoxuan started whining before anything else had happened.

Peng Bo took the command token, loudly pledged his promise, then turned to beckon Jiang Qin and Jiang Yu. The two stepped out of formation and followed Peng Bo toward the camp’s exit.

“That’s not her. Hu Xixi is not the person you think she is. If she were really that cruel, she would have reported it to the police long ago. Why must you see everyone so darkly? You weren’t originally a bad person—why have your actions become so disappointing?” Chen Tianyun said sternly.

The Wang family’s ancestral martial art, “Overlord Fist,” was only a quasi-royal-level martial art and qigong. Though it bore some relation to the royal arts, the difference between the two was vast and unpredictable. It simply could not be compared to the true royal martial art, the “Four Seasons Swordsmanship.”

Chen Tianyun had just sat down when he saw You Qian’er and Chen Shanhun approaching in a disheveled state. You Qian’er, once exquisitely made up, now wore no makeup, looking pale. Her long hair hung down with droplets at the tips, dark circles under her eyes, and a pitiful look in her gaze.

“Then, Xuan Ge, why did you marry Yan Yunshan? Don’t you know that really bothers me?” Yan Shuangfei pouted, showing no attempt to hide her displeasure. She knew that such an attitude would make Liang Xuan feel more genuine.

As he spoke, the young man’s previously sullen expression gradually brightened, his brows lifting and his hands gesturing excitedly.

Ling Zixi was absolutely mad—how could he ask a cat something like that? How could it possibly understand? But the next moment, Ling Zixi smacked his own face. The cat seemed to have a spirit of its own and nodded slightly.

You have the desire to roam the world freely, yet because of one of my words, you were forced to stay on Medicine King Island to study the path of medicine.

Along the way, Lu Man diligently pondered. In battle, he had no time to calm down and reflect; only now could he think about strategies.

Liu Nian took a deep breath and let out a muffled grunt. The patterns of the array on his body kept collapsing until they vanished completely.

Though the pink jellyfish’s artistry was exquisite, he felt no appreciation—only a chill running down his spine.

Now, they could only place their hopes on the Third Division, Third Brigade at the front line, hoping they could withstand the enemy’s assault and hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Sweat beaded on Li Kan’s back, but his expression remained unchanged. His eyes scanned the fourteen people behind him, names and positions flashing through his mind.

“Look, can this buy you two more days? The gold price is 80 per gram. This weighs one jin, worth 40,000,” Wang Han said thoughtfully, taking out a gold ingot weighing half a kilogram.

“Sorry, Yu Ting, for letting you see me like this,” Bai Liu said, blushing with embarrassment.