Volume 1, Chapter 64: Lin Zhiwan, neither Dad nor I will ever forgive you!

Song Jinhe was resting in her room at the moment.

Hearing the commotion outside the door, she thought it was just her imagination, until the front door was unlocked and a crowd surged into the living room, making her instantly realize what was happening.

"Who are you people? Get out! Otherwise, I'm calling the police!"

Madam Han walked in with hurried steps and a hasty expression, without any servants following behind her. As she approached, her gaze locked firmly on the box in Song Jinhe's hands.

On this day, Chen Lingling was leading her subordinates in pursuit of a thief, patrolling an immortal island suspended high above the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, top-tier experts such as Dean Tianlin of the Spiritual Academy suddenly looked up toward the extreme west at this very moment, as if sensing something subtle.

He had not lied to Bai Fei; the Northern Base was the most perilous place for him, and the dangers within his own clan far surpassed those posed by the zombies in the outside world.

At this moment, Lu Yiheng was completely unaware of what was on Zhou's mind; otherwise, he would never have laughed so heartily.

When Di Lige first began to speak, Yu Hanxin merely treated it as listening to a story, but as soon as Di Lige continued, Yu Hanxin found the tale she was telling to be strangely familiar.

In any team, a single backbone was enough. Even if Bai Fei had not left, they would have brought it up to her proactively later on.

A somewhat awkward expression crossed Wang Jiannan's face. Although he felt discontent inside—wondering by what right a mere police station director dared to reprimand him—he also understood that his own responsibility in today's matter was immense.

Jun Hui's semi-transparent consciousness was jolted awake by the roar of the crimson-eyed Jun Hui. Sensing that her red-eyed counterpart feared the jade fragment belonging to her true body, she knew that this seemingly ordinary piece must possess some kind of magical power.

Having finished reciting, Nangong Han was already sobering up slightly. With a grave expression, he took out his phone, preparing to call Lei Zhongqiang and instruct him to conduct a DNA paternity test for himself and Yoona.

Following her unremitting efforts previously, even the butterflies had vanished now, leaving her utterly and completely bored.

Sheng Ruosi: "..." Damn it, she decided not to speak to this guy for a whole week, otherwise it wouldn't be strange if she died of anger one of these days.

"What!" Jiro was evidently startled, and even a bit bewildered??? When on earth did that Ian guy confess to Dolly?

Actually, should she tell Beauty Gu that this was a public place, and that as the CEO of a major conglomerate, he really ought to pay attention to his behavior?

Seeing Hanxue getting out of the car and chatting merrily with Ye Fan, Gu Feiyun felt deeply displeased. Did this fellow Ye Fan, merely a member of a collateral branch, actually harbor ambitions of tasting swan meat? Though profoundly dissatisfied, he was habitually proud, so even while feeling aggrieved, he kept up appearances and pretended to be utterly disdainful.

"Brother, what is this?" He Yilin asked, puzzled, as she felt her entire body grow warm, as if bathing in an ocean of spiritual energy while the surrounding five-element spiritual energy converged upon her.

Just as Long Yan found herself in a helpless and isolated plight, a warm voice, gentle as afternoon sunlight, suddenly sounded behind her.

After multiple rounds of tracking, Jiang Chengce finally located the Malaysian girl at an outdoor table of a café.

After she fell asleep, Lin Xichen came again, walking over to the bedside to quietly gaze at her face with a complex expression.

Mu Aoqing drew the curtains closed, lay back down on the bed, and gently stroked her belly with her eyes closed.

This wondrous phenomenon naturally did not escape the eyes of Han Tianzhu and his companions. Comprehending their intentions, they felt a modest sense of reassurance in their hearts.

Yuan Yi's heart felt freezing cold. He had only been trying to flirt with a girl, so how on earth did things turn out like this?

A hundred blazing-sun-tier prodigies might not even produce a single ruler, yet a Child of Fate was practically destined to become a supreme overlord.