Your little tricks are useless!

Xie Xuzhi was quite surprised when he received Yun Ran's call.
The phone number he had previously used to call Yun Ran was encrypted; they could dial out, but if anyone tried to call back, it would prompt a message saying it was an invalid number.
"Mr. Xie, I want to meet with you."
Yun Ran went straight to the point without beating around the bush with Xie Xuzhi, which actually sparked a shred of appreciation in him.
He had seen plenty of capable people, but what he loathed most were pretentious snobs.
"Very well, please have a seat. Director Zhou, you couldn't possibly have just stayed in the hotel waiting for me to drink with you these past few days, could you? Where on earth have you been?" Old Tian asked.
He believed she was simply throwing a tantrum, only this time the tantrum was a bit severe, enough to leave him feeling unsettled and vexed.
As for the other player who was also an "external reinforcement," he seemed completely unknown with an extremely unfamiliar face, and was currently being suppressed in the laning phase. For anyone to look favorably upon them would be a miracle.
Though Liu Yuan was puzzled inwardly, he refrained from asking further, knowing this was bound to be a painful topic for Gu Qiqi.
"President Zhou need not worry. Discussing business is our job, so wasting time is out of the question, wouldn't you agree?" Old薛 said.
He was not entirely relying on Warm Yang; he had considered both the best-case and worst-case scenarios. What Ning Yun said was either truly as he claimed, or else driven by ulterior motives.
When the matches first started, Chen He hadn't paid much attention, but later on, after watching the match recordings a few times and hearing the commentators call out his name, his sense of shame hit an all-time high.
Leng Xianning curled her lips; it seemed her image needed some work. "Then get some rest," she said, signaling someone to escort her away to rest.
Sister Qin, standing behind Xiao Ran, wanted to seize the moment to dress herself, but saw Steward Tan pouncing forward. She knew very well that Steward Tan was not lacking in martial arts prowess, having once slain thieves alongside their master.
Xiao Ran's eloquence had grown increasingly fluent, recounting his story with Shuang'er from beginning to finish in a detailed, vivid, immersive, and atmospheric manner.
"Hmph, good-for-nothing! Lead the way so we can go meet him. If he knows what's good for him and hands over the Dragon-patterned Secret Token, fine. If not—humph! Humph!" Mo Hai cursed angrily, finishing with a chilling, gloomy chuckle.
The first thing Zeke did was pick up his phone and make several calls. He was exceptionally calm, which in turn kept the people around him calm as well.
Meanwhile, Xue Meng, who was longing for some game, also broke away from the group and began searching around. The moment Xue Meng moved, the masked man flickered and quietly trailed behind her.
The Tang family was the foremost of the four major families in East Province, controlling all medical trade in the region, particularly the herbal medicine industry.
Filled with shame, Xiao Ran hurriedly steadied Sister Qin, shielding her behind him while letting her wrap herself in clothing, and turned to glare fiercely at Steward Tan.
Qi Ranxi stared straight at him, her entire body beginning to tremble. She shook her head frantically in denial, unable to accept the reality: "It can't be, it can't be, he won't die." The panic left her struggling to breathe, and her head began to throb. Gripped by agony, she clutched her head and stepped back two paces.
Her temperament was exceedingly gentle; she never experienced extreme joy, sorrow, or rage. This was a rare disposition nurtured by poetry, calligraphy, and paintings—even when angry, she would do no more than slightly knit her brows.
On this side, before the dozen or so people who had scattered like birds and beasts could be scolded back, Wen Wan supported Fang Yanhong and strode away proudly, refusing to look back no matter how hoarse anyone shouted.
On the martial arts arena, Hailan sustained her offensive continuously, her yellow elemental energy fluctuations blending seamlessly with her graceful footwork, leaving the spectators utterly mesmerized.
Bai Lihe addressed Bai Ri as "Young Master Bai" in front of everyone for the very first time, and anyone with a shred of intelligence naturally understood what that signified.
When he wasn't intentionally making those expressions or trying to disgust Shanjin, he was actually quite a manly man.