Chapter 44: The Tiger Man-Eating Case (14)

Jiang Yun bit her lip. "He is my boyfriend!"
Lin Nan froze, holding his pen.
"What happened to him?" Jiang Yun seemed to sense something, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Her ex-husband had died on New Year's Eve, and now her current boyfriend was being investigated by the police. She felt deeply unsettled.
Lin Nan placated her. "Just answer our questions. What is his name? Where is he from? What does he do for a living?"
Jiang Yun immediately replied, "His name is Chang Nian."
He also mentioned that at noon, the desert sand was scorching enough to cook an egg, while at night, the biting cold felt like stepping into the dead of winter. For those wishing to venture into the desert, they could continue northward from Dongda Haizi, cross the hinterland of the Gurbantunggut Desert along the ancient camel trail, and head straight for Altay.
"Bastard! You are a bastard! Shut your mouth!" The incident at Red Mountain was a deeply guarded taboo in Xuelian's heart. Hearing Jiang Dong bring it up so blatantly caused her to lose her composure instantly, her pretty face chilled to the point where frost seemed ready to drip from it! Wielding her Glacial Sword, she thrust directly at Jiang Dong's vital points.
Westbrook bent down to pick up the basketball with extreme reluctance. In the past, it had always been his drives and dunks that forced opposing point guards into full retreat, but today, he was the one left watching his matchup pull off a breathtaking slam dunk.
Therefore, after making the changes, the formidable strength of the BF team did not exceed many people's expectations. After all, Li Min was a born professional player with exceptional talent; the BF team had felt more like a shackle limiting his performance. Now that the shackles were removed, he was naturally able to unleash greater dominance and achieve better results.
No one knew how he managed to spot his teammates; anyway, this guy almost never looked their way when passing the ball.
Yet what on earth was I trying to find? A piece of news related to him? Speechless with a heavy heart, I clicked Shutdown in the Start menu, waited for the screen to turn black, then closed my eyes for a moment as a voice inside whispered: Cheng Xiao, stop wasting your effort.
She still needed a few intravenous drips every day. The nurse said it was to reduce inflammation, and Baihe didn't ask any further questions. Since the lower abdomen that had undergone surgery was no longer discharging large amounts of bloody fluid like it had the first two days, she figured the medication was doing its job.
She had not expected that on such a tense night of mandatory overtime, the senior executive would actually have the leisure to care about the food in Q City.
Ji Man didn't even need to think to know that she would certainly have her help Nie Chenyu rise to power in order to consolidate the relationship between the Nie family and the Marquis Moyu's Mansion. The aunt who had once wholeheartedly supported her would still choose to cast her aside once she was no longer of use.
The cake this time had a lot of fruit in it. Could it be the effect of the fruit? Detoxifying and beautifying the skin, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
Liu Xiao was also somewhat flustered by the sudden turn of events, but recalling the water mirror Tang Heng had mentioned earlier, and connecting it with what Jiang Yunqing had just encountered, he vaguely guessed that these phenomena were likely those irresistible, eerie forces Jiang Yunqing had previously warned them about.
She regretted her rashness somewhat. Her face alternated between red and pale, and she clicked her jaw open and shut a couple of times, having no idea what to say.
Shen Xiaofeng let out an imperceptible sigh of relief. Ignoring Li Dahua, he strode into the office after Wang Ping'an.
However, he dared not agree with Huan Ling's overly optimistic train of thought. Wasn't the Thirteenth Prince in The Yongzheng Dynasty called the "Chivalrous Prince"? Emperor Taizu of Song had also created the Taizu Long Fist and the tale of "Escorting Jingniang a Thousand Miles." What if the Prince of Qi was also content to be a mere chivalrous prince?
Of course, some rejoiced while others worried, and naturally, many people were silently praying that Zhang Jialiang would never wake up.
After much deliberation, both Madam Bian herself and her family felt this truly was a wonderful destination.
He lowered his head, his eyes darting about in a panic, the tips of his ears flushed red as if hesitating over something. But his sister had been so good to him, and he clenched his fists tightly.
A fragmented moan escaped the corners of her lips, so soft that if one didn't listen closely, it would probably be completely inaudible.
She paced back and forth in the living room, lifting her head from time to time to check the time. Why was time passing so slowly? Was this clock broken?