Chapter 67: Lin Hui Finally Confesses

"I... I'm not nervous at all, what made you think I was nervous?" Lin Hui hurriedly stood up, glaring at Fang Wenxuan as he spoke.

"Oh..." Fang Wenxuan still eyed Lin Hui suspiciously but didn't press further. He glanced around the room, and not seeing his mother, he asked, "Where's my mother?"

"She had something to take care of, so she left you in my care," Lin Hui replied with a deep smile, looking at Fang Wenxuan.

Fang Wenxuan frowned, feeling that Lin Hui was only trying to comfort him. He assumed his mother must be angry that he hadn't listened to her and had come to join the criminal police on his own. That must be why she didn't want to see him.

Noticing Fang Wenxuan's bowed head and troubled frown, Lin Hui's heart softened.

Xu Miao, upon hearing this, secretly let out a sigh of relief. She sat down with Xu Ya opposite Ouyang Minrui. On the table lay three bags that Xu Ya had hurriedly made in recent days: a crossbody bag, a small backpack, and a coin purse.

"Has Wang Fang's boyfriend or husband arrived? If so, he needs to sign," Doctor Qian said earnestly.

With that, a smile broke out—though in the quiet hospital room, it seemed even more conspicuous.

There was still no trace of defeat on the man's face. Amidst his unyielding spirit, there was even a hint of relieved acceptance. Before anyone could make sense of the expression, they were all transported into that familiar space.

How could Audrey outtalk this old rogue? Seeing him apologize despite his age, she felt immediately embarrassed.

It seemed that ever since he had played an impromptu piece for Jiang Chuchu at the concert, the young lady had stopped picking fights with him. Her gaze, now and then, even held a dreamy quality.

Each month, the money Lin Su sent for the child was accepted by Guo Zhaoxue and used entirely for the child. He had fulfilled his responsibilities, and the relationship between the two remained that of friends.

Just as the iron rod was about to come crashing down, a golden light shot over from afar, striking the rod with a heavy force. The blow was so powerful that it sent the saint wielding the rod staggering back three or four steps.

While waiting in line earlier, Ji Yijun had overheard bits and pieces of troubling news from the workroom where people kept going in and out.

At home, the only hens laying eggs were still the two given by the old house after the family split. The other eggs were gifts from villagers who had contributed after the southern room was built. Xu Miao had saved them all, boiling four each day so her four siblings could each have one.

Then Ye Sicheng suddenly grew calm. He placed his hands on the table, looking at Eric with keen interest, and asked him a question.

She stared at him blankly. He sat there, one leg crossed over the other, his expression indifferent, his gaze deep.

There, Lou Xiangran's soft armor was already battered, torn in several places where flesh and blood oozed out, trickling down his wounded body.

Qin Liusu could only gaze fixedly at the bolts of red satin laid out before her—these had been urgently ordered by Chu Juechen from the household staff first thing in the morning.

Ping'er was clever and adorable. Liang Qin had always doted on her deeply. Though she was the cherished daughter of the Commander of Jiangbei, Xie Chengdong was often tied up with military affairs, and Fu Lianglan was usually busy socializing with the other officers' wives. Even the child spent more time with her nursemaid. Thinking of all this, Liang Qin could not help but feel even more protective.

They still lived in Yunzhou. When Xie Chengdong went upstairs, the maids on night duty all saluted as they saw him. Paying them no mind, he walked to Liang Qin's door. Just as he was about to push it open, his hand paused in midair. After a moment's hesitation, he clenched his fist and knocked.

He Jian Sheng watched as a five-colored light appeared in Nangong Huang's hand. Though he had no idea what she intended, the sense of looming danger grew ever stronger.

The room felt warm and cozy. Though sparsely decorated, everything was arranged in perfect order.

Suddenly, he curled his lips into a pampering smile and nodded, "Alright." Then, without ceremony, he climbed into Jun Muye's car.