Chapter 59 Babysitting

Shan Zhuyu's lips curved upward slightly, sketching an elusive, cold smile, while her deep eyes flickered with an inscrutable glint.

"Someone come, quickly summon Chef Zhang from the kitchen, along with the servants responsible for Li Qin's daily meals." Her voice was calm yet powerful, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Before long, several servants entered with fearful expressions, their knees buckling as they knelt trembling in the grand hall. Chef Zhang, in particular, was pale-faced, his hands shaking as he bowed, a trace of imperceptible tremor in his voice: "Old Madam, Master, First Mistress."

Shan Zhuyu's gaze was gentle yet sharp, as if capable of piercing people's hearts: "Chef Zhang, I have..."

Meanwhile, my junior brother is astute and capable, willing to risk his life and toil arduously traveling back and forth between the Southern Sky Cultivation World and the Peaceful Valley Cultivation World, all to earn spirit stones and sustain the sect's consumption of spirit stones.

Whether his popularity or Du Chenxi's is currently higher is hard to say; after all, it is something intangible and invisible, difficult to quantify through so-called data.

This is a separate dimensional space, isolated from the real world. Li Liuyi raised his palm, and a pendant emerged from his hand.

The Colonel spoke first. Aside from congratulating Zhang Tianyi on his promotion, he requested various departments to actively cooperate with the work, hoping for sincere unity among all factions to completely wipe out the anti-Japanese armed forces around Taiping Town.

When Wang Xiao led me into the estate, I exchanged a few words with the two gatekeepers. Now, taking a closer look at these people, I saw only honest and dutiful appearances with nothing out of the ordinary.

In the morning, Zhang Tianyi came to the administrative office and listened to the housekeeper report on the work. After the housekeeper left to attend to his duties, Zhang Tianyi did not go out; instead, he called Chao Zhong into the housekeeper's reception room to speak with him.

One of them lunged forcefully into the neighboring auxiliary unit. Because the incident happened so suddenly, the police were caught completely off guard against such a juvenile specimen, resulting in screams of being torn apart by the monster and splashes of bloody froth.

Roger Silvo's heart was also pounding with excitement. An actor's fame is often directly tied to a film's influence, and clearly, this backing was extraordinary. However, he knew he wasn't the one making the decisions, so he too looked toward Wang Naijie.

Furthermore, old man Wan Qianlong is currently in seclusion. If he emerges from seclusion in the future to find that his disciple has become an outcast of the Extreme Spirit Sect, who knows what might happen? Moreover, if he listens to slander from certain individuals, who knows whether he might come to hunt him down personally?

When they reached the entrance of Zhang Tianyi's house, it was only four o'clock. Commander Qian had slowed down as much as possible along the way, but arriving still felt too early, with some time left before dinner. Such is the manifestation of eagerness; how many people could truly understand Commander Qian's state of mind?

Though the two young men were reluctant, they were afraid of truly delaying important matters, knowing that if Cheng Bing laid the blame, they might lose a few more fingers.

Shi Liaoliao failed to react for a moment. Ever since the incident with Time, she had stayed at home, doing almost nothing aside from gluing paper boxes together, and had even fallen into self-abandonment because of it.

"Your Royal Highness, is what I said not the truth?" Long Zhirou roared back, unwilling to concede.

The door of the private room was pulled open at that moment. Raising her head, she bumped into Xu Zeyang's deep, dark eyes, and instantly looked away in discomfort, putting down her phone.

It seemed that no matter what kind of trouble arose—even if his uncle turned the world upside down—his father would still help patch things up for him.

If he hadn't managed to catch this tree, and had rolled a little further down that steep slope, he would have ended up spending at least a week lying in a hospital bed, and the boss would have skinned him alive. But what could be done? He couldn't act as a 24/7 personal bodyguard.

Seeing this, Ji Shaoguang felt a profound sense of reassurance. In the past, when she and Ji Jing were together, Ji Jing was always rational and sensible. Even though he was not yet seven years old, he acted like a seventeen-year-old boy, accompanying and taking care of her.

A slight sense of relief washed over her heart. This man possessed immensely powerful spiritual energy; the Jade Pond Spiritual Fruit being able to affect him in such a way already delighted her.

He felt a hint of anxiety. After all, in front of Jiang Xinping, she had once retreated out of fear. She had a "criminal record." He hoped she could be braver, but he lacked the face to voice it aloud. After all, it was he who had brought these troubles upon her.

"What are you up to? Naturally, you're coming with your father to learn how to make a living and support a family. Besides, the Luo residence has had a lot on its plate lately. How many times have I told you not to run outside, yet you refuse to listen?" Luo Fanchen looked at Luo Chenjin with a mixture of exasperation and disappointment.

Jingyi felt a flutter of joy in her heart when she heard that he had ordered her favorite mango juice for her; it seemed he still cared for her rather deeply.

"Xue'er cannot possibly be the Blood Emperor's concubine, because her marriage is decided by her father, and His Majesty the Blood Emperor clearly did not obtain her father's permission," Gareed glared at Jue Hao, not retreating a single step in the face of Jue Hao's overwhelming aura.

With a wry smile, Xia Xiaoxiao decided to resign early, as her body felt as though it wouldn't hold out until then. Just as that thought crossed her mind, a wave of nausea washed over her. After retching for a long time without bringing anything up, she grew utterly exhausted and fell asleep slumped against the edge of the bed.

An Yi was also watching that pillar of light, his handsome facial features rendered somewhat enchanting under the reflection of the night. With alluring lips, he silently uttered the words: As expected, the Emperor's Origin Crown.

When I arrived at school in the afternoon, Liang Guang excitedly handed me a newspaper. Remarkably, it turned out to be the Political and Legal Gazette. One of the news stories on it reported that the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau had been placed under double detention.

Princess Xiagning sat by the window, supported by Mingyi. Lifting her gaze, it still held traces of terror, panic, and gentleness. She tugged at Mingyi's sleeve, signaling her to step outside.

With those words, he slightly withdrew his hand, stood up, cast one lingering look at Ning Wu, turned around, and left. Everything felt so effortlessly dashing.

Xuejiao cast a lowered glance at Ye Ruolan without speaking, well aware of the overflowing excitement filling Ye Ruolan's heart at that moment.

Master lay down on the opposite bed and fell asleep, yet I remained sitting on the bed without a shred of sleepiness. The hissing sounds outside grew weaker and weaker, and by the time they finally vanished, dawn had already broken.

Earlier, some media workers had believed that coming from major news outlets granted them certain privileged access to interviews, but now they realized how utterly ridiculous that notion was. If you had the ability, try interviewing any random person from that group over there and see if they would even deign to acknowledge you.