"The budget levels from three years ago are no longer comparable." Song Jia tapped on the computer, and the set of figures she pulled up was particularly striking.
Caiyue had heard similar remarks more than once lately, but never in front of Qiu Yan. The moment she heard the business partner say this, she immediately looked at Qiu Yan nervously.
"Dad!" Qiuse called out, serving Ding Dafu a bowl of canned food. "Have some first and wipe off your sweat!" No matter what, she was already very satisfied that Ding Dafu had such intentions.
The five girls had long grown accustomed to Li Yingna's instruction. Although they knew she meant well, hearing it too often had left them somewhat numb.
"Qiuniang." From far away, Ai Laohu saw Qiuse walking back with a silly grin, absentmindedly. By the time she reached him, she had not noticed him at all and walked straight past him. Unable to help himself, he called out to stop her.
The moment the blade entered his hand, he felt spiritual light pass through his arm and into the hilt. The bloodstains on the blade suddenly spread, and in the blink of an eye, it became a blood-red blade.
If he had not reached the realm of an emperor, why would he have come to fight them? Everything had been within his expectations.
Zheng Xiujing's breathing became long and steady, and her expression grew much more peaceful. What was especially rare was that a faint flush had even appeared on her pale, haggard face. It was clearly a good sign.
At Elder Black Dragon's command, the hundred black-clad figures simultaneously withdrew their staffs; the black dragon in the sky vanished along with them.
Amid the swirling snowflakes, Yin Tianyou's song was like heartbreaking hail, instantly extinguishing the joy