Chapter 152: No Match for Those People
When Lin Lu woke up, Xu Yanchen had already left for the company.
She checked the time on her phone, only to find several missed calls from Ruan Qing.
Xu Yanchen had silenced her phone, hoping she would sleep a little longer.
She called Ruan Qing back.
"Fang Yuan's family has backed out."
"What?"
...
As time flew by, the morning exercises at Qiushi Square concluded, ushering in the noon hour. "Yadong, let's meet at the foot of the back mountain after lunch." Hei Ge and Tulage waved goodbye to Yadong and departed.
"I understand that. I won't forget it. By the way, is there anything else you need me for?" Han Xiao said as she opened her computer.
"It's just that I'm tired! How about I lend you a dame, would you like that? You could even have some milk while you're at it." Xiuyun burst into a fit of laughter again.
Her voice sounded extremely agitated; the crisp, clear tone she once had was gone, replaced by a slight raspiness.
"What's wrong?" Ding Yuhan set down her food, staring at Wang Feng with a look of terror. She, too, sensed an ominous omen.
"Yadong, I will never let you down." Xiao Mengdie pushed forward forcefully with both hands, and the silver flower in her palms shot toward Yadong instantly, flying as swiftly as a meteor falling from the galaxy. Yadong raised his right hand, and a wave of scorching energy collided with the incoming silver flower.
At that moment, jolted awake by Ge Ruomei's shout, he was overcome with a sudden chill, his back soaked in cold sweat and his body trembling. If merely gazing upon a celestial beauty would lead to the ruin of their fortunes and the shattering of their families, they would rather drive the person away with their own hands.
"Wuu... Big Brother, why is your hand injured!" Ya Anni noticed that Ya Changbin’s hands were wrapped in linen, stained with threads of crimson blood, and she burst into tears in fright. Seeing young Ya Anni’s pitiful state, Yadong immediately bent down and gathered her into his arms.
The car was his wealth, and in a way, his toy. He loved driving, he loved traveling, and he loved the days spent striving on this earth for the prosperity of his family.
Therefore, fate is fate. You can strive to change it, but no matter the outcome, it remains fate, for fate is insoluble.
"I’ve never raced before; today is my first time, so I haven’t won any awards." Yingjun was quite straightforward, offering a simple introduction that drew a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Yet Niqiu didn't even glance at Feng Yifu, instead focusing intently on tearing off a piece of his own clothing to bandage Ma Gaoxing's wounds, and Ma Gaoxing didn't spare Feng Yifu even half a look!
A masked man was struck in the thigh by a stone with a audible *crack*; his leg had been broken by the rock. A scream rang out, and no other masked man dared to show his face. They all hid behind trees or rocks, firing their guns while trying to dodge the stones that struck at them from time to time.
Feng Li said, "It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just that in my current state..." As he spoke, he pointedly looked at his severed arm.
Frowning and biting her lip, Butterfly bent down to pick up the dagger lying quietly on the ground. With a trembling hand, she unsheathed the cold, sharp blade, a flash of light as icy as black frost flickering before her eyes.
Because if this matter were to become known to others, it would surely be a catastrophe rather than a blessing. Given the madness of modern people, he feared he would not live for long.
"The Doctor of Xichui, the King is quite right. I believe the title 'Doctor of Xichui' is more accurate," the Duke of Guo added immediately.
Lü Bu, anxious and not knowing how to express his sincerity, suddenly grabbed the iron armor on his shoulders with both hands and tore it off with a forceful yank. He then grabbed his tunic and ripped it open, exposing his entire muscular upper body to Diaochan.
"Boss Li, rest assured, I will definitely help you secure this land," Baldy Qiang said to the bald man with a smile on his face.