The white-haired man gritted his teeth, retreating while maintaining this Fire Release Sage Art. Though this move was immensely powerful and not easily extinguished, it also prevented him from using other ninjutsu. He could only hope that the other party's space-time ninjutsu had a time limit—and that it would end before his Five Fire Divine Flame Fan did.
But without a doubt, that was impossible. The Uzumaki Clan woman was already only a few steps away from him, yet there was no sign whatsoever that her space-time ninjutsu was about to end.
Though Zhou Lin was nothing more than a discarded, useless pawn in his eyes, he was still his son.
"Yo... President Zhang, you're so thoughtful. Thank you for the gift." Li Zhengtian continued inviting the next person. Anyone whose gift was worth more than ten million was invited.
Seeing her adorable, aggrieved expression, A Zhi covered her lips and laughed prettily. Then she turned around, poured a glass of water, and pressed it into Feng Qianqian's hands.
"Feng Si..." A Zhi murmured the name softly, as though she wanted to recite it into her heart.
The restaurant's only private room was occupied. Wu Qian and Rosalind had been seated by a window with an excellent view. Connor naturally could not have followed them here for dinner, so he had found somewhere else to eat.
"Huh? You two?" Mo Jiuyang and Yinuo looked at them in surprise. They somehow felt both familiar and unfamiliar, as if a trace of warm current flowed between them.
In her eyes, she had no idea that enormous changes had already taken place in her family. There was only her hatred for An Qiqi.
Although Bai Ling truly did not want to see her parents, because meeting them meant facing their double-pronged "romance pressure,"