Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Heir's Acting is Certainly Dedicated

Waking up early in the morning, the little girl discovered bloodstains all over the bedsheets. Startled, she let out a loud scream.

Wen Qianyi needed a "peer"—an existence of equal rank with whom he could negotiate and discuss the outcomes of problems. Hao Ting would not do, nor would Yuan Tiancheng, and even less so Tian Fuzhou or Feng Weiwei.

Just as Xia Zhe and Kim Taeyeon were intently searching for what they needed, Kim Eun-hye, who was sitting in the shopping cart, suddenly tugged at Kim Taeyeon's sleeve and pointed forward with a sweet, delicate voice.

In fact, it was not that the Cavaliers' players were refusing to defend, but rather that during the game, when their defense proved entirely ineffective against Ye Chen, they simply gave up.

Everyone felt as though their brains had been heavily struck, buzzing with tinnitus as their inner ears lost the ability to maintain balance and stability. A strong sense of vertigo and weightlessness enveloped their entire bodies, leaving them lightheaded and nearly falling to the ground.

"Alright, everything is fine on my end. If you need my help over there, just let me know!" With those words, Yun Ling directly hung up the phone.

The Yazi seemed to understand, letting out an angry roar. Instantly mustering all its strength, its body erupted with rolling demonic energy as it unleashed a direct breath attack, sending the的三昧真火 (Samadhi True Fire) surging forward in a massive, sweeping blaze.

Ever since Shi Xuan decided to relocate the headquarters of Starfield Technology to the Kingdom of Gillis and had spoken with Luo Haicheng over the phone to remotely deploy some of the company's long-term development plans, he had not paid much attention to Starfield Technology's affairs, leaving everything in Luo Haicheng's hands.

The queue was very long, filled with a constant murmur of whispers. The new recruits could not contain the curiosity in their hearts, and even Zhou辰 was no exception, beginning to converse with those around him in the line.

In the Bermuda Triangle, there were far too many anomalous emergencies. Judging from the data seen previously, sudden rogue waves were one of them, and Ye Chen's skateboard was prepared precisely for this.

And what about these media outlets? They clearly had channels through which they could learn the truth of the matter, yet they chose to listen to tabloid rumors. That was not even the most detestable part; what was truly despicable was that certain media organizations likely already knew Xia Zhe was not dead, yet for the sake of web traffic, they conscience-lessly published such news.

No wonder... such a talented, wealthy, and handsome man was living under the same roof as her... It was only natural that they felt envious.

"You've just finished an IV drip, running a high fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius. The doctor said if the fever doesn't break tonight, you'll have to be hospitalized tomorrow." Gu Lan's voice drifted out from within the halo of light, neither warm nor cold.

Just as she was preparing to have a serious talk with Mo Jingyuan, Jian Lan and Xu Jinlang arrived at the door.

"Of course it's not me. My injuries will take at least a month before I can get out of bed and walk around. Tomorrow, Moor will take you instead," Fang Zhan said.

Looking around, there was no one else in sight. It seemed Han Ruifeng had quietly slipped away just a moment ago.

"We'll play it by ear when the time comes. Their abilities aren't much greater than Fang Zhengyang's or Fang Xinglan's. If they catch on, the worst we can do is go down together with them in a desperate struggle."

Ling Xiao continuously pumped herself up, though a bitter smile could not help but surface on her face. She had never imagined that one day she would return to the academy forum to engage in a flame war with a professor she used to idolize—it was simply madness.

An Ruoran's astonished expression was taken in entirely by Mu Ximo, who closed his eyes. Better a short pain than a long one; it was better to make things clear now. The time spent together over these past few days had already given Mu Ximo wonderful memories, so he had no regrets.

"Liao Liao will be going back to stay with my mom tonight, so don't you worry about it. Come out and get some food with me!" Ignoring Du Ruo's reaction, Qiao Anming picked up the coat from the sofa and walked straight toward the door.