Chapter 32: Emergency Aid
After Bai Xiao drove Su Tian to the destination, they saw Bai Ningbing anxiously waiting outside with her secretary. Her hands were clasped together as she paced back and forth, revealing just how unsettled she was. When a car approached, she didn’t even consider it might be Su Tian, because she could guess the value of the vehicle, and given Su Tian’s current situation, he certainly couldn’t afford such a car.
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When Bo Yanqing pushed the door open, Bo Qingshan vigorously swung his legs and jumped down from his hands, swiftly darting inside. She was frightened and tried to rise, but his arms tightened around her waist. She dared not move, fearing the cigarette ash at his fingertips might burn her.
Who exactly was this Wen Qiao to have the Jiang Corporation’s CEO personally intervene? If it were discovered that she had drugged her, the consequences would be unbearable.
Jiang Youyou looked at Wang Yuyan, whose face was pale, then at the crazed expression of Jiang Nianian, and finally at Fang Jinnian, who was dragged along helplessly in her grasp. She stepped forward slowly.
The elder wore a white Tang suit, his beard and hair pure white, his cheekbones gaunt but his eyes sharp and penetrating.
However, after fastening the seatbelt, it covered the proud cleavage she flaunted. She adjusted it slightly with her hand, allowing the snowy softness to be displayed without shame.
Though Yang Tianqi said Ye Liuyun was a decent person—cold on the outside but warm within—Han Zheng did not wish to draw attention casually.
Meng Dong’er’s thoughts were in turmoil. Hearing his steady voice, she nodded slightly and prepared to leave.
Chen Na herself was also restless deep inside. Having worked outside for so many years, this was the first time she had her own home—a spacious 165-square-meter apartment.
It wasn’t a big deal; the Lord was merciful and loving. Nowadays, bloodline and race no longer held as much weight. Among the faithful, many were of different races, and even angels included souls from hell or the underworld, known as Angels of Suffering.
Li Yuehua was most annoyed by others calling him a child, and she struck directly at this point, using the phrase “greenhorn,” which was no different from outright calling Yang Qing a big, foolish oaf.
Thinking about this gave Li Yuehua a headache. Yang Bin made her get up at five in the morning, but she didn’t. Yet today, Yang Bin knocked on her door and woke her up early, and the two of them caught up on lessons at home. Yang Bin even took a key, saying he would enter directly in the future.
This time, Ye Gang was determined to attend the wedding and bring a generous gift. As for Cheng Qing, whether he knew or went was no longer her concern.
Just as Yue Yuchen was about to be struck, a sudden swirl of fighting aura appeared beside the girl. With a slight pause of the heavy sword in Gedsoya’s hand, Yue Yuchen, aided by the wind fighting aura, flipped and narrowly evaded the fatal strike.
“He’s finally here!” Qi Feng was prepared. He knew his opponent would not allow him to kill endlessly; once the power of the tribulation cultivators on the battlefield shifted, the outcome was inevitable.
Every time Old Master Tang drank, he would get angry. To him, without wine, what was the meaning of life? Why did he join the revolution back then? Because the neon devils came and seized all the grain, leaving no wine for him to drink. That was why he followed the revolutionary troops.
“Liu Hong, I’m getting married next month.” Just after stepping out of the factory gate, Ye Gang suddenly said, a faint helplessness in his voice.
A thin, pale red film appeared on his body. This time, the energy fluctuation was minimal. The attacks from B-level frontline elites Zhishuang and Yingxiu barely grazed the enemy, lifeless as dragonflies touching water.
However, none of this allowed the esports players under the Tutu Bridge banner to seize the initiative.
After Cao Jiao left, Yan Coffee also felt it was time to stir things up with Wei Taiqiang and He Boge’s group.