"Whenever Mother and Little Sister talked, I felt like I wasn't their biological son." Ye Yuan picked up an orange, deftly peeled it, split it in two, and handed one half to the Second Madam and the other to Ye Xi.
When they had just been dragged down, they had been completely unable to resist and could only wonder what was going to be done to them.
"Lord Adams, your supplies have arrived. Please receive them." Wu Mingkong heard the Tower Spirit's voice. He had no idea how many times he had heard those words; the supplies had been sent by Cole.
"Mr. Xu, let's go." Lin Yaodong attached great importance to Xu Jin and directly chose an S-class reception room reserved for the most distinguished guests.
However, being courteous was a basic principle for those in high positions, so she had still prepared a gift in advance.
Thus, it was not that Zhang Zhibai had no opportunity or means of retaliation; they were simply that confident.
What could Ye Changqing say? A hobby was a hobby. Fortunately, it was only a patch of spirit farmland, and it would not take up much time each day.
What the hell? Saying that would make people misunderstand. They would think that only because the other person had left did he settle for being with his mother, perhaps even out of spite.
Lin Baoxi thought, could it be that Xiang Jun resented Shen Zhenzhong and had turned into an evil ghost to seek revenge on him?
"Did Father open this Looks Shop?" The Second Madam glanced at the Second Master, whose face had darkened again, then continued her conversation with the shopkeeper.
Forget it. He would treat it as giving his opponent one last shred of dignity. Once this was over, it was