Chapter 32: Supplementary Agreement

When Fu Shuhua received the anonymous message from the paparazzi, complete with photos, he gave a disdainful snort. Feigning indifference, he tossed his phone aside, muttering, "What does that have to do with me?"

However, once the story began to spiral and surged to the top of the trending topics, he could no longer maintain his composure.

Stars emerged in the firmament, and the myriad lights of the city ignited the horizon. The Fu family villa was ablaze with light, as brilliant as day.

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The current point total stood at 3,310. For many, these points could be converted into virtual indulgences; for those addicted to games, they might even be treated as currency. But for Fang Xin, who did not play games, they were merely tools to improve his demiplane.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kuan chuckled. Since when does a general manager have to care about the opinions of his subordinates?

Perhaps it was that master who had requested Teacher Yu to keep it a secret, Han Xiaoyun thought to herself. Unconsciously, her mind began to construct an image of a high-level expert, drawing from the portrayals of renowned physicians she had seen in television shows and other works of art.

I looked at Sun Xiaoqing—her hair now styled in chestnut-colored waves, dressed in a loose gown, her face lightly made up, her eyes still bright and lively, her figure delicate, and her temperament gentle. She seemed even more mature than she had been two years ago, and I didn't know what to say.

"It was a windfall anyway; I'll just treat it as an extra trump card to save my life," Ye Ming said with a smile, looking at it optimistically.

I suddenly wondered why the waiter at this shop had disappeared. Was it because Brother Long was trying to save money?

Xun Fu sat there like a stone Buddha, motionless. His narrow eyes squinted once more, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lin Feng ignored the intentions of the Phantom Language Company and simply watched in silence, contemplating the video on the computer and the subtitles on the side.

With his level of strength, he could even kill a First-Step Nirvana expert; how could he have nearly failed to withstand the ordeal of the First-Step Nirvana Tribulation?

In even more distant lands, wherever there was a statue of the Mortal Emperor, people could hear these words clearly.

The battle had entered a white-hot phase from the very start. One side was fighting to carve out a path for survival, while the other was desperate to block the enemy's retreat and earn a great merit; both sides fought to the death without yielding. The Ming army was outnumbered and at a disadvantage, but the road beside the camp was narrow, allowing them to hold their ground.

At the catcher's position, Nagakura Go glanced at Kuramochi. Kuramochi had waited until the third pitch to attempt a bunt. The intent was obvious: the opposition was clearly trying to exhaust Harada Takumi's pitch count.

Afterward, Yun Zhu instructed them to consult the precedents of previous years to see how the victory banquet should be arranged and to draft a proposal. At the same time, he ordered them to prepare a plan for rewarding the soldiers who had distinguished themselves, as reported by Zhang Wen and the others.

Even the leader of the drug traffickers, a man in a black trench coat who had seen his share of big scenes, was stunned by a spectacle that looked like something out of an American blockbuster. Had it not been for Li Xiang’s reminder, he might have remained rooted to the spot for a long while longer.

The girls summarized the situation: "So, you wanted to chase after the 'God-tier' heartthrob, but you never succeeded?" Clearly, the girls were guessing based on standard tropes.

"Greetings, Brother Lu, and greetings to all you brothers. Thank you once again for your assistance," Chen Fan said, cupping his hands in gratitude.

Tong En nodded with a radiant smile, "You're right. Let's go, let's keep trying; there are still several brands we haven't looked at yet." With that, she turned to leave.

The car drove through the bustling downtown area and continued until it reached the East District. The person in the back remained silent.

Zhong Yue laughed, and a string of scalding tears rolled down unashamedly. Their two bodies clung tightly together, their lips mingling with each other's tears as they claimed ownership of one another.

He had tested her. His blatant public appearances with Lin Wei were merely a way to gauge her reaction. He did not want a wife who would fly into a jealous rage at the slightest provocation, but her performance had been unexpectedly calm. She hadn't even asked him a single question. In the end, it was Gao Keding who found out and called him home for a stern lecture.