Chapter 70: Is Old Geng Finding Springtime Too?

Something happened that surprised Ye Cheng and Su Chan. Old Geng, who had always been boisterous and straightforward, suddenly became shy upon reaching the entrance of Cui Xiang Tower. Especially after seeing Yang Yuxuan, he hid behind a pillar, not daring to move at all. His hands rubbed together, over and over, until his skin nearly wore away, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to step forward.

This left Ye Cheng, who was watching nearby...

“Don’t say nonsense. Wang Ning just changed her number, how can you say she’s missing? What kind of brother are you?” Yaoyao complained to Wang Bing.

“Damn it, we’re in deep trouble,” the dignified Deputy Provincial Chief cursed outright before hanging up the call. Over on the other side, Fan Zhiming was left dumbfounded once again.

“The inner city truly lives up to the reputation of the Shimazu family’s ancestral home. Just from these arrangements, one can imagine the former glory of their clan. Unfortunately, all of this is now nothing but a dream,” Yoshida Masashige sighed slowly.

Though the two tried to suppress their excitement, their eyes showed a trace of dissatisfaction as they looked at Zhou Weihua. They couldn’t understand why such obvious evidence was right in front of him, yet he acted as if he hadn’t noticed. Was it just because he wanted to assert his seniority?

But after becoming a script editor, Zhang Jin had to report to the creative department every day, leading one or two senior writers, several mid-level writers, and some junior writers—at least a five-person team—to attend various meetings and review countless scripts.

After confirming their partnership, Lin Baixin conducted a thorough investigation of Zhang Jin, and was quite impressed by his family’s knack for achieving much with little effort.

He had already made up his mind: when he returned and things settled down, he would poison Chu Yu, and once he ascended the throne, he would marry his sister as queen.

He did this partly out of personal motive, as a precaution should any unforeseen changes arise in the future.

“Star, now it’s your turn…” Bai Yeqing was hardly any better than her. His patience was at its limit, every muscle taut with pain.

Yet when Zhang Jin arrived at the studio, he found Guo Kongcheng there as well, hands clasped behind his back, strutting around with exaggerated airs, inspecting here and there.

These sword lights were not a simple division of battle energy, but rather a touch of Sword Master’s intent, rapidly absorbing vast amounts of spiritual energy from nature and transforming it into sword aura.

To ensure perfection, Li Xia followed the entire process closely, personally participating in the production.

A few bullets struck the barrel with pinpoint accuracy, and Fang Shaoyun, holding the gun single-handedly, felt a sharp ache in his arm from the sudden impact.

It was called enormous because it was five times larger than the mothership used by Dawn Academy for student transport—yet, within the Alliance, it was merely a standard-issue mothership.

Ye Lin, watching from the side, shook her head repeatedly. It seemed she would have to speak with Ling Meng, so her husband wouldn’t be so high-profile out in public.

Compared to David in his previous life, the Daoist now had long, jet-black hair tied up into a topknot, wore a blue robe, and seemed even more ethereal. His features were more refined, and his gaze sharper.

Li Qiushi watched the two, moved by their genuine feelings, and a wave of bittersweet emotion rose within him. Still, he instinctively smiled and teased them, earning a long, exasperated look from Tong Lao.

Some said the song failed to tell its story clearly, leaving listeners with so many guesses and disagreements, that its deliberate mystique disqualified it as a good song.

“If you insist on asking, then I’ll come out and let you die with clarity.” As the voice faded, a sky-blue mech suddenly strode out from behind Fanti.

Ice Thorn Shana chased after, and right behind her was her sister, also an assassin. Standing together, their resemblance was clear—they must be siblings.

“Miss Zheng, if you want to leave this place, I can help you.” Yan Hong whispered these words in Zheng Liuliu’s ear.