Chapter Thirty-Nine: Will You Undress Yourself, or Shall I Help You?

The apology from the production team of "Where Are We Going, Mom?" arrived swiftly.

Official Statement from "Where Are We Going, Mom?": "We apologize for occupying public resources. Due to a significant communication error by one of our staff members, Ms. Shen Jin'an was mistakenly listed as a guest for the new season and officially announced without a formal contract or her final confirmation. Regarding the immense misunderstanding caused by this serious oversight and the negative impact on Ms. Shen, our production team would like to express our sincere..."

Upon seeing Mo Shan, the Shao family expressed their profuse gratitude. Finally, Ling Bei invited Mo Shan and Ling Feng into their room.

"Young Master Xian, we can still negotiate! Name your price, I won't haggle at all!" The man appeared to be a wealthy heir who believed there was nothing money could not solve.

"Great-aunt, I have a presumptuous request." Ling Feng felt a bit embarrassed; as far as he knew, not a single man resided in the entire Pill Hall.

By the time she regained her composure, Ye Wuhua had already walked to the side of her daybed. Regardless of the eyes of others, he pulled her into his arms, his expression incredibly tender, as if he wanted to melt her into honey.

Looking at Uncle Yang's darkened face and those icy eyes, Song Xinyi felt a heavy weight in her heart, and her nose began to sting with unshed tears.

"Really? You think so too?" Lai San straightened up excitedly, leaning his head toward Ji Mo.

Zezhong continuously injected massive amounts of white energy into the Origin Bead, forming barrier after barrier. Only when they grew increasingly solid did he feel at ease; if he had reinforced the barriers properly before leaving, they would not have been broken so easily.

Back then, when Ling Feng purchased the Thunder Sword stone embryo, he learned from Liang Ji that this object was extremely difficult to refine.

Out of fifteen or sixteen hundred people, fewer than three hundred passed. It was the lowest pass rate in the history of the sect's grand competition. Zhang Daozong and Yu Hao looked at the crowd before them; the vast majority were wounded, with only a very few remaining unscathed.

She felt that stinky tofu should not exist—it stank to high heaven. Her nose was too sensitive, and she could not bear it whenever she caught a whiff.

Jun Yao understood liquor. She knew which wines were good, and even more impressively, she knew how to mix them, creating drinks that were exceptionally delicious. It seemed she would be showing off her skills tonight.

Ye Qingcheng's heart stirred deeply. She hugged Mo Youxun's waist tightly to comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, this is just my speculation. Even if he is Chang Li, I am not afraid."

It wasn't until Zhan Tiannie suddenly stopped and looked back that Qiao Chu followed his gaze.

As he walked, he pondered... Clearly, both Wan Qi and he were novices in this regard, so why was she able to notice such details? Could it really be a matter of perception? He was such a failure as an agent... Or perhaps Wan Qi would be far more successful as an agent than he was?

"Chu Chen!" Su Meili smiled and stepped forward, acting as if she and Chu Chen were close and on excellent terms.

A-Jiu did not take their lives, but instead crippled their martial arts. A-Jiu felt that these fanatics, who might take revenge on society whenever their heads got hot, were safer being powerless.

Ma San was somewhat disappointed, but he still retreated as instructed. He turned his head to look at the young master in the room, who was focused entirely on the account books. He had already decided to visit more often; perhaps one day the master would have tasks for him.

She could endure it once, but again and again, the two Lin sisters kept challenging her bottom line. For such shameless people, one should not endure, but rather give them a proper slap in the face, expose their shameless nature, and let them know who should not be trifled with.

Wu Xingyun smiled again. His body moved slightly, and everyone felt a blur before their eyes. Their eldest young master was still standing in the same spot, but in his hand, he held a jade Pixiu. Every manager recognized it instantly—it was the token of the head of the Wu family business, and also their seal.