Chapter 112: The Photography Fiend—Little Lin

Shortly after, Liu Ruoxi returned and, seeing Qin Xuan sitting at the computer powering it on, her temper flared.

"Are you not going to wash your face?" Liu Ruoxi asked, clenching her fists. "I won't be able to bring myself to kiss you if you don't!"

Qin Xuan: ...

Obediently heading toward the kitchen, Qin Xuan felt a bit awkward.

Seeing Qin Xuan leave, Liu Ruoxi thought this was not a sustainable solution; she couldn't keep forcing him to wash his face forever.

Jiasan did not know whether he should trust the Painted Zebra, but since it was his friend who had gone missing and the only clues lay with the Bei couple, he had little choice.

Banxia accompanied the People's Liberation Army to a search and rescue site. She was using a cotton swab to moisten the lips of a man they had just rescued when an aftershock struck. Despite having grown accustomed to them, she was still incredibly nervous; she threw herself to the ground. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed as a condemned building not far from them collapsed.

It was not because Zhao Qingluo had truly lost control in a fit of rage, but rather that when dealing with someone like Liu Ling, who always seemed to think that a louder voice made her superior, one simply could not afford to lose in terms of presence.

After much busyness, everyone grabbed a quick lunch of boxed meals in the outer office before returning to their research. Even Chen Xia, who had previously made things difficult for them, began to take the work seriously.

Young Master Zhao had seen all sorts of people; he could tell at a glance that the air and demeanor of Ye Si were far from ordinary.

Listening to the rain outside the window, he thought that even if she were awake now, she would likely remain in her room. With a deep sigh, he rose and walked into the bathroom.

The biting cold wind whistled by, stirring up fallen leaves on the ground, while every household kept their windows tightly shut. Pulling her down jacket closer, Banxia walked down the street, feeling lonely.

Seeing Xiao Yixuan like this, Xia Yuqing felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of anger.

Waking up in the morning to find her father sleeping on the sofa—she didn't know why, but her mood was surprisingly good.

Fortunately, Ornn had not yet used his Flash, so the moment the Elise pounced with her own Flash, he used his to blink directly into the brush.

Cheng Yuanzheng returned to the educated youth residence. His eyes swept over the group before he went into his room and closed the door. Everyone knew he had no interest in Wang Hong, and the scene grew somewhat awkward for a moment.

Ignoring the suspicious look on Hai Bodong’s face for the time being, Chen Guan summoned the Mayor of Mochen, who had already arrived at the perimeter to watch the spectacle. After showing his imperial token and handing him a bag of gold coins as compensation, he left the rest of the cleanup to him.

As for Wei Ziyan, Xue Haoling, and Chen Yi, they each had their own professions. Only Shao Lang was a tattoo artist like Qin Mian, though he was merely Qin Mian’s apprentice.

Previously, Dongfang Yu had only wanted to be a reliable tool, but now that he was fulfilling that role, he wouldn't mind taking the lead and carrying the team.

"The sect is not a monastery; finding a cultivation partner to bond with is only natural, isn't it?" an elder asked, puzzled.

Returning to the fountain, he instantly purchased a Tier 2 jungle item, emerged from the light veil in the middle of the wall, and headed straight for the river.

Sheng Fengxiu could not make up her mind and dared not speak of it to others, so she wrote a letter to report the matter of Tu Zilyu to her mother, who was far away at the Zhao residence.

Sure enough, a box of poisoned rouge was found inside the condensed pearl. Shen Qingyu frowned; these items had been piled together because the original gift from Qin Shi was not particularly valuable, and those around Shen Qingzhi naturally hadn't paid it any mind. Now, separating them would likely not be easy.

Ying Zheng did not dwell on these details; he ordered his men to mark the spot with red paint before choosing the stone door on the right to enter the next secret chamber.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Wang Hui-fang bid farewell to Cao Lan and drove back to the villa. Shortly after, two drivers returned with Huang Yijuan and the others in their cars.

As Miao Ling'er sat in her chair, a circle of night-luminescent pearls suddenly lit up around the grand hall, instantly illuminating the entire space.