Chapter Seventy-Six: The Video

Yet just as the two finished laughing, they both received a message. Upon opening it, they discovered it was from Vivian, and couldn't help but chuckle again.

Vivian had sent them a video, and its main characters were Zhao An and Zhao Tianguang. Zhao An was kneeling before Zhao Tianguang, slapping his own face over and over.

“This matter must be a deliberate frame-up by someone…”

But their reactions were entirely different: the senior officials in Dayu City, save for a rare few, were quite pleased, while Qin An was so frightened his face turned pale, unable to utter a single word.

The young man paused for a moment, then nodded gratefully. “Alright, thank you so much, big brother.” With that, he turned and went back to his seat.

Zheng Xuan, Mo Zi’nan, and Tiger all caught the tense look in one another’s eyes, and instantly broke into a wild sprint.

Indeed, at this moment Han Zhi and Chen Hao still got along fairly well; at least on the surface, their interactions were reasonably cordial.

Qiao Qiao handed Fang Ruchu another bundle of bills, with denominations ranging from one yuan to five jiao and even fifty.

It seemed that his first intimate encounter was with such a young lad—not a bad thing, really.

“You want me to join you as a porter, is that it?” Liu Qingsong, having understood the meaning behind Wang Yaoqing’s words, couldn’t help but ask.

“Alright then!” Upon hearing this, Liu Qingsong said no more, and went to the kitchen to check how the food was coming along.

The rules were simple: no false advertising allowed. One could promote features within reason, but absolutely no deceitful claims.

Chu Han appeared utterly indifferent. He glanced at Zhang Yuzhen with a smile, then spoke.

“All you care about is money?” the boy said coldly, like the child he played in that drama, confronting his father’s killer: “Is there not a shred of feeling in your heart?” he continued.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, paying no heed whatsoever to Gu Yue’s madness and arrogance. His smile was faint, yet beneath that immense, overwhelming aura, he seemed to grow even more majestic.

After crossing the river, Lu Su first replenished supplies in Liyang City, then sent a guard to Wan County to inform Liu Ye. He himself led the remaining guards straight toward the east gate.

His jade-like face grew a shade cooler, deep eyes inscrutable, voice calmly detached. “Yun He has waited for this day a long time; the death of Consort Yun was merely a stepping stone for him.”

“Um… I think this outfit is fine as it is. Why not just leave it at that?” Leng Yan looked down, quite satisfied.

Chu Yi opened the letter, and after reading it his expression was clearly displeased and cold, as if he had already forgotten she would cough up blood.

Everyone in the stands felt a scorching suffocation. Those whose abilities were weaker found it hard to breathe.

At this moment, Ye Feng’s heart was suddenly haunted by the shadow of Zhao Tu. Filled with strength, he thought only of revenge—revenge! Suddenly, Ye Feng’s body was enveloped in black-and-white flames, clearly on the verge of falling into madness.

The early spring sunlight was as precious as gold, for cats and for people alike.

Perhaps the first time no one understood what Wang Kai was up to, but the second time, the commotion was much greater.

Especially as gusts of cold wind swept past from one side—not the chill of nature, but a sinister, icy breeze.

The Bai family stood by the roadside for a long while, watching the troops march north, until the last soldier’s figure slowly vanished from sight.

“You’ve come just in time—Number One has been waiting for you for ages. The situation is urgent, so I’ll skip the pleasantries and take you to see Number One.” The regiment commander was now fully convinced the people before him were from the special forces.