Volume One, Chapter 167: Encountering Third Brother in the Venture

Su Ningxia spoke up directly, "Report everything."

This was all her startup capital!

Although it was only a small amount for now, money would eventually generate more money.

She took a deep breath and looked at Gu Yaoyao. "Is your brother running a transportation company?"

"Well, I guess we have to give in. Let's go down," Tu Meng responded without detecting any unusual tone in the voice, his own voice returning to a serious note.

From this, she realized that Shi Xian’s parents genuinely liked her. After dinner, they returned to the living room to chat for a while, and then Shi Xian took Xiao Jingya to his room.

His voice abruptly stopped because Song Chuyi teasingly hooked his leg with her own.

Song Chuyi had only stayed one night in Mu Jingxu’s apartment—just that one time. The next morning, she even ran into Mu Jingxu’s mother.

Without Qin Yinan’s permission, she had actually snatched his cigarette right out of his hand.

Because he was a late child, Mu Jingxu was young but compared to his peers, he was a generation above them. Tang Ruoan was about the same age as Mu Jingxu, but she refused to call him uncle; they treated each other as equals.

Year 463: Yu Moqing discovered the crown prince’s rebellion plot but was forced into the water, losing her memory and starting her memory anew.

Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked. The others wished they were deaf and couldn’t hear anything. The Xu family turned pale—they were just upset that Dong Qinyan had embarrassed them, and said that one sharp remark to spite her. Unexpectedly, Dong Qinyan showed no mercy at all.

Yan Dong should have had contact with Feng Xiao Xiao these past few days, and their interactions were much more peaceful than before.

The next day, Dong Qinyan slept in until the sun was high. She stretched comfortably, then noticed the suitcase on the chair. Recalling the dream about Wen Boyun from the night before, a hint of daze flashed in her eyes. Just then, Miaoren and Yuanyang came in carrying hot water for washing up.

It must be said that over the years, the Deyun Society had grown remarkably. The Deyun Theater was used for performances, the Red Event Hall for official affairs, Deyun Hua Fu made clothing, and they even established a dedicated film and television company producing variety shows, web dramas, movies, and theater performances. They supported each other and formed an integrated whole.

After finishing, he waved his hand, and the ninja bees above and on the ground swarmed toward Jiraiya like locusts, completely ignoring the giant toad.

But just as Wen Nanming left, Nannan jumped down from the sofa and walked toward Pei Hexun.

This led to a discussion about André’s expertise. He spoke all at once and didn’t return the topic to Su Yang even after the styling was finished.

Unable to bear the humiliation, the tail of the ten-thousand snakes whipped like a flail, attempting to strike Hanzō, who was hovering in midair, away.

Having never slept, his personality was irritable; the coldness and aloofness were merely a facade.

Nannan had a mole at the corner of his left eye, while Beibei’s was the opposite. To distinguish the nearly identical dragon and phoenix twins, one simply had to look at the moles near their eyes.

Faintly visible at the mall entrance were several police officers lying in pools of blood, groaning. Most had been injured by the rioters as soon as they entered.

Xue Muchun finally caught up to Bai Feiyue and saw the car had already passed the crosswalk.

After getting out of the car, before entering the iron pot stew restaurant, one could see rows of festive red lanterns hanging at the door, and strings of dried red chili peppers dangling from the windows—full of northeastern flavor.

Ye Xilian suddenly looked up, her once dull eyes brightening, even revealing starlight deep within.

Yet when he saw me, his eyes still held disbelief. He wasn’t angry; instead, he spoke softly.

However, since Liu Yanbo had just fought someone in the restaurant, for various reasons, dinner had to be taken in the kitchen’s break room. This instantly ruined the taste of the sophisticated Western meal, making it feel more like a work meeting.