"You said yourself that he might be wild and unconventional, but he wasn't vile or despicable. If you can help him, then help him out. It's better to make another friend than another enemy." Mei Xueling said casually.
The flyers and advertisements, the radio and newspaper coverage, the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the grand opening, the crowds of guests, the handsome and beautiful staff, the crisp uniforms—and most striking of all, the throngs of customers inside the shop—all left an indelible impression on the owners of every old privately run glasses shop.
It was just that everyone thought it was thanks to his pills. Yang Yi was perfectly willing to accept this beautiful misunderstanding.
The two chatted for a few more minutes. When the time seemed about right, Mei Xueling bathed, changed, dressed herself neatly, and headed to the palace for the banquet.
Just then, a chorus of cries rang out from the front lines. When the City Wall had collapsed, one stretch had visibly warped, yet somehow continued to hold. Perhaps it had been shaken by the murderous aura, for now it suddenly began to sway, then came crashing down onto the battlefield where the armies were locked in combat, right before everyone's eyes.
Huang Zhixue wouldn't lie to him. He had just asked her whether Zhou Jiu was the son she had with Zhou Yutong. Huang Zhixue hadn't denied it, which was as good as admitting it. The excitement and elation Huang Quan felt in that moment were beyond words.
An Liangbi sat in his chair, his cheeks puffing up and down with anger like a frog. Somehow, the sight was inexplicably amusing.
Earlier, when Ouyang Shaozheng had made his move, he hadn't bothered to conceal his profound cultivation at the first level of the Core Condensation Realm. To