Chapter 187: Dad?

Du Mao, who had just finished a meeting, and several senior executives of the company happened to run into Lian Youyou as she came out of Lu Ming's office. For a moment, an awkward atmosphere hung in the air.

"Miss Lian, oh, what brings you..."

However, acting as if she didn't see them at all, Lian Youyou swept into the elevator like a gust of wind.

Du Mao turned around and found that the gazes of those senior executives were completely fixed on the spot.

"What are you looking at?" Du Mao reminded them with a displeased tone, "Miss Lian is not a woman you should be having wild thoughts about."

Yet, late at night like this, why had Miss Lian run out dressed like that?

Stepping out of the president's private elevator and seeing Du Mao and the senior executives lingering in the corridor, Lu Ming asked casually, "You've finished the meeting, why haven't you..."

He Jiaming took out his pocket watch and checked the time; the moment was fast approaching. Under normal circumstances, Liao Gensheng's platoon would open fire first to draw the enemy's attention.

He didn't answer. His face remained buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing gradually growing even, as if he were holding a treasure he had thought lost forever, only finding peace and rest once he had finally confirmed that the treasure was still there.

Xiao Guoer, usually willful and wayward, now looked like a child who had done something wrong. Not daring to meet Shangguan Wan'er's eyes, she lowered her head and awaited her punishment.

As soon as Uncle Xiang uttered those words, the expressions of Lin Mao, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, and Lin Kui, who had been gloating over misfortune, tightened simultaneously.

Although Uncle De was so angry that his mustache twitched, there was nothing he could do. As the saying goes, the business world is like a battlefield. Collectors never easily let go of pieces that catch their eye; some collectors would even spend years wearing down a seller just to obtain what they loved. In such moments, nobody cared about respecting the elderly or loving the young.

Because both husband and wife were busy with work, that person's child had been left to the grandparents to raise. Whenever the child was occasionally brought back to stay with them, they would still fuss about wanting to go back to grandma's house.

The matronly supervisor gave a few brief instructions, after which they finished tidying up and sought out Lamei, who would then lead them to report to their respective palaces.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the competition arrived. Because the number of registrants exceeded expectations, the organizers issued a temporary notice stating that the first day would be preliminary rounds adopting an elimination format, and the official competition would take place on the second day.

The people around cast appreciative glances toward Li Xiao, and some even inquired about how they could purchase Xi liquor.

Totally ignoring his mother's tearful wails, Sun Chengwei brushed her off and left, crawling into Mou Yuewen's bed again that very night. Cuddling Mou Yuewen under the covers, he shared his decision with her. Mou Yuewen wept tears of joy, burying herself in Sun Chengwei's naked body and sobbing softly for the better part of the night, even surrendering her backside to Sun Chengwei without reservation.

Six massive, terrifying claws lashed out toward Lin Yu and his companion all at once. Lan Xiang'er gave a powerful swing, hurling Lin Yu up onto the desert sands as the trident in her hand expanded dramatically once again.

Looking back, that towering mountain had vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing more than a patch of flat, barren earth beneath them.

"I didn't expect such a major incident to happen at home the moment I returned. Huizi, come over here," Yagyu Takeo said calmly, his tone admitting no objection, completely dismissing Lin Yu.

Consequently, Rommel's subordinate New Africa Panzer Army featured this unique spectacle: German troops used German equipment, Italian troops used British equipment, and the French colonial divisions used Italian equipment.

Wei Dong paid no mind to what the two had been doing up in the tree, but He Qiang was different. All along the way, he dropped broad hints to Wang Xiaotong, yet failed to get a clear answer. He only knew that Wang Xiaotong had been quite depressed the entire journey, which only piqued his curiosity further. From time to time, he glanced at Lin Yu and Yun Qinyan, harboring a lingering sense that the two must have been up to something.

Lin Yu took a deep breath. Starlight rippled across his blade, and a single star manifested upon the Yellow Springs Sword—that's right, just one star, not seven.

Xiao Shan nodded, watching Li Lili's departing figure. Solitary and forlorn, she evoked a deep sense of pity. *I will definitely take good care of yourself, you can rest assured,* he thought. He glanced once more at the empty Qingshan Clubhouse. *The path at the ends of the earth, a love that breaks the heart. The road is long, I ask when I shall see you again! A single glance spans a millennium; I wish you peace and safety. As long as you are well, it is a sunny day.*

"Old Dragon, stop pulling stunts at venues in the future; it's simply too dangerous. Today was such a close call! Today's earnings came to at least twenty thousand; if everyone pools a bit more, it'll be enough to buy two trucks and run the dedicated logistics line to Henan. With all these brothers of yours, are you really afraid someone will compete with you for the Henan route?"