Chapter 57: Ad Hoc Secretariat Working Meeting

When He Shinian finished washing up and came out, Qiao Yina proactively handed him a bath towel and asked, "Shinian, did you remember what I just said?"
"Remember what?" He Shinian asked, looking puzzled.
Her gaze instantly fell upon the imposing figure standing by the window. The bright moonlight scattered through the glass, clearly defining the man's exquisite collarbones—lines carved in a standard Baroque style. His face was near-perfection, and a natural, inherent dominance exuded an invisible pressure, with an aura of alternating chill and heat radiating from his entire being.
The masked man glared furiously at Gufeng's body, but could only suppress his anger for the time being, not daring to make the slightest rash move. His eyes flickered uncertainly, deep in thought.
They had no idea what reliance Night Tianfeng possessed that allowed him to be so arrogant to this extent, making even someone as powerful as the Angry Whale willing to bow down and pledge allegiance.
Commander Zhang looked around the circle; almost everyone was nodding. With that, he no longer had any grounds to lecture anyone.
Back then, when she chose to leave with him, it was probably because she saw a certain sincerity in his eyes, which led her to escape with him, for what she needed most was precisely that kind of emotional sustenance.
Madam He smiled and picked up some food for He Yao. Whether intentional or not, she did not serve Qin Ting again.
Beneath the fluorescent tube inside the car, Tang Xiaoan wore a stern expression. Those familiar with him knew that this was the moment when action was about to begin.
Therefore, on the second morning, he resolutely expressed to Wen Yuan and the others his determination to go to the Sky Core District, while also earnestly entrusting them to take care of his grandfather on his behalf.
Meanwhile, Jin Zhehao was extremely anxious. From Liu Yihan's stage performance, Jin Zhehao had already sensed a problem. Knowing Liu Yihan as well as he did, his performance could not possibly be that simple.
Liu Yihan sat down at his station and began making some preparations, as time was running short after all. Qiu Yiwen obediently went to sit on the sofa off to the side, waiting quietly.
As soon as they arrived and heard about Gu'er, Dingzi and Marina rushed over to the hospital. Originally, Dingzi's grandmother wanted to come too, but fearing she was too old to handle stressful situations, she stayed home to keep Grandma Sun company.
Climbing the mountain all the way, he drew countless gazes. Mount Hua disciples stepped forward to block him, but he easily bypassed them.
Alan had no choice but to lie sideways on the summit, using his upper body to pin down the light machine gun and his weight to control the recoil of the gun barrel. Then, pulling the trigger intermittently, he swept fire down the slope at the KGB agents who were crouching around the cars and making a desperate final resistance.
"Hmph! Perverts! You people eat human flesh every day and will come to a bad end! Tell your perverted father that sooner or later, I'm going to kill him!" Ye Ziwen said, waving her hand dismissively.
Xiyu stood in the center of the square, his usually flamboyant long hair for the first time gathered into a topknot secured within a white jade crown, revealing his sharp brows and distinct eyes. The corners of his eyes turned upward in a captivating curve, hooking the direct gaze of everyone present.
By this time, Douzi's heart had settled down a great deal. The conflict still existed, and she still had no choice to make.
With that, Wu Zheng bowed deeply to the Battle Emperor in gratitude. The Battle Emperor hurriedly helped him up, so moved that tears were almost welling in his eyes.
"You really look like the boss's wife now. I honestly feel a bit of sympathy for the people working for you," Wang Yuening said, shaking his head and sighing.
"Hey, hey, hey, get your facts straight. How am I being shameless?" Jinyi turned the Fire Kirin's head, hovering in mid-air, and watched Qianxiu as if enjoying a good show.
At this moment, Yin Yue's face wore a flushed expression of intoxication and satisfaction, her eyes growing hazy and dreamy.
Qiao Aning returned directly to Chongzhou from Xuancheng. Seeing him back, Gu Lan did not ask for the reason. On Sunday, Qiao Aning had social engagements, and Gu Lan shut herself in the basement art studio for the entire day.