I vaguely remembered this boy. He had probably come looking for Uncle Qingsong a few times, but I could not recall exactly who he was. Still, seeing how anxious he was, instinct drove me to grab my gear and follow him outside.
Zhong Qing had just reached the door with her things in hand. Before she could raise her hand, the electronic door sounded, and Mo Yichen greeted her home with a grin flashing a mouthful of white teeth.
He remained as still as a stone statue, his thick, long eyelashes resting quietly against his eye sockets without the slightest movement.
At the same time, Guo Sheng had never expected Sun Keming to hold back. What he had gambled on was Nanhua Yun—the friend from his previous life and the mortal enemy of this one.
"Hmph." The guardian elder snorted coldly, frightening the elder into turning pale. He lowered his head and did not dare say another word.
After taking two steps inside, I took out the insect ruler and handed it to Guo Qiqi, telling her to keep it close to her body. Ordinary strange insects would not come near her that way.
"You said it yourself—not a single cent! The lawyer will bring you the divorce agreement tomorrow. Don't even think about going back on your word!" Xia Zechen released her.
Ellis... Tingting had heard that name before. Perhaps Jedi had mentioned it, or perhaps she was one of the new human leaders in the Americas—the leader whose entire army had been slaughtered by Big White and Rod for resisting the alien creatures.
Zhong Qing tugged here and pulled there, trying to spread the bedsheet flat and make it look neat. Otherwise, if someone disliked it again and planted another huge footprint on it, she absolutely could not