Love at First Sight Chapter 80: Stop Pretending

In the study, Zun You was still waiting for her to come over.

But instead, Liu Yi came running back alone.

"Where is she? Why hasn't she come again?" Zun You asked, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Liu Yi looked extremely awkward, lowering his head and not daring to meet Zun You's eyes.

"Your... Your Highness, Miss Wen said she's full and sleepy, doesn't want to move. She went back to her room to lie down, and no matter what I said, she just ignored me completely... There was nothing I could do."

As Liu Yi spoke, sweat broke out on his forehead...

Six splayed fingers gripped the basketball firmly in his palm. After gaining control, his left arm bent quickly, shielding the ball against his chest, while his right arm joined in, both arms locking the ball securely.

Monaco covers just two square kilometers; the Grimaldi Square is a must-see tourist attraction. Not only do the Monte Carlo Ballet and the Monte Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra hold regular performances here, but the annual "Ever Ona" exhibition also takes place every March.

Undoubtedly, the very important matter was to confess her feelings again. Han Yixuan was well aware of this.

But considering how little the two of them interacted, how could Huang Dani possibly say that Zheng Chaochao was their child?

Tang Wu, who had long been prepared for a save, sprang into action, leaping with both palms raised outward, fingers spread at a hundred and twenty degrees.

That sentence echoed back and forth in the future's mind, so much so that she couldn't quite discern what she was feeling.

What Huang Han said was true; the songs he planned to record had already been broadcast on television. How could there possibly be any issues now?

All these reporters came with an agenda, each wanting the first-hand scoop. Such an explosive story tied to the Gu Corporation's upper management was not something anyone was willing to let go.

Han Yixuan pressed her fingers to her temple, suddenly beset by a strange headache. The so-called professional review she had just conducted probably looked utterly ridiculous in his eyes, didn't it?

As he pondered, the evil spirits around him lunged, intent on tearing him apart.

But what he found even harder to accept was that, after launching just one attack, his enemy turned tail and fled. Was this what passed for a worthy adversary? To hurl an attack then run away without shame—where in the world was there another so brazen?

Yet, the opposite side was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to discern anything. In the demon realm called "Fan," Ajin had been brought into the sealed land from the cave, but when he left on his own, he also passed through a barrier. Upon comparison, however, the two sealing barriers shared no similarities at all.

Meanwhile, in another place, Shangguan Mo listened to his subordinate's report and, in a fit of rage, smashed his phone. Murong Xue had actually brought a man back with her, and that man's identity was utterly untraceable. Realizing this, Shangguan Mo could not stay put; he sped off at once, rushing straight to Murong Xue's villa.

The stubbly uncle began locking onto the seventh-generation machine according to my instructions, but this unexpected move actually drew the attention of the seventh-generation pilot.

Angelo's brows were, as always, deeply furrowed, as if the whole world owed him something.

Mine. Draco defined it fiercely in his heart. He will be mine. He will like me, love me, because even faced with that foolish face, my impulse to kiss him has not wavered in the slightest. I've already handed over my share; I will not tolerate anything less in return.

The white-haired elder nodded, turning to face the crowd, his gaze lingering especially long on those from the four great sects. Anyone caught by his eyes instinctively bowed their head.

Honestly, driving across the grasslands did ease some of Zhuang Yi's frustration.

Old Mai usually spent his days cultivating or attending to business matters, and only accompanied Yu Mu home for dinner on Sundays, spending the weekend together like a happy family.

"Well, your business is your own. Don't mind me; I'll just watch from the sidelines," Zhuang Yi said with a smile.

The Wolf King's howl grew even deeper, his eyes full of ferocity. His front paws kneaded the earth restlessly, clearly poised to strike at any moment.