Chapter 125: The Plan Astonishes Boss He—He Wants to Invest?

Li Guohua set down his chopsticks and said to Li Junsheng, "Dad, our restaurant is just getting off the ground. Isn't it too soon to expand now?" It wasn't that he didn't trust Li Junsheng; he simply lacked confidence in the decision himself. Xi Shao felt much the same way. Being married, he couldn't divorce, nor was he single or able to take another wife, leaving him no choice but to drown his frustrations in a life of debauchery. Belatedly, Song Yinyin finally noticed that something was off about Lu Jinhan's tone. She looked up at him and saw his thin lips pressed tightly together, as if he were angry. Previously, due to the relocation of the late emperor's consorts and the Empress Dowager's refusal to move, Yongzheng's consorts had been delayed in entering the palace. After leaving Qingshui Villa, Yang Fan took off his waiter's uniform and set it ablaze. The more she thought about it, the angrier and more disheartened she became. Fuming, Song Yinyin stomped her feet and ran forward recklessly, heedless of her surroundings. Heyue was scribbling and sketching on xuan paper, calculating her plans for the coming years. Thinking of her uncle, aunt, and Fusengge, who were currently in Suzhou, she wondered when she might go visit them. Jiang Lan sat in a chair not far away, having wept until the world seemed to darken, and now she didn't even have the strength left to cry. "Reporting to the Great Emperor, the imperial chefs of the Yan Kingdom are quite skilled," Qiu Zhu'er said softly, implying that since Yan was a great nation, its food was naturally superior to that of the Guzhu Kingdom's cooks. Stepping onto the stage, Yang Fan shot Han Ruobing a dissatisfied glare, to which she responded with a playful stick of her tongue. Foolishly enough, Zhou Qingfeng handed over a few thousand euros in cash as soon as he saw the outstretched hand. The old man named Taxini took the money, turned on his heel, and said, "I'll go get things ready. See you tomorrow." Bai Tao turned her head, her sweat-dampened hair clinging to her cheeks. With her rosy complexion, she looked like a peach fresh from the water, exceptionally alluring, making Gu Yuhuai feel hungry all over again. Mao Jiu chuckled, and Su Yu smiled in return before pulling Mao Jiu into a tight embrace and slipping under the covers. Ding Junhao was completely absorbed in his mobile game, oblivious to the world around him. Yingying held the Ferrari keys, hesitating whether to wait for him to get out of the car so they could enter the villa together. Once they finished eating, they could set off again, though she wondered if Mo Yuwei and the others had gotten enough rest. And so, the million-strong army set out in grand procession, while the streets were now filled with flying birds and the like. The fifth earring on Diting's ear shattered. Its claws continued to push forward, but it only advanced a dozen centimeters before its pace slowed once more, until it was completely immobilized. "Is the Celestial Master Hall going to shelter the murderer?" The group grew even more furious, glaring at Yun Jiao and the others with eyes full of wrath. Yun Jiao's expression darkened, and she immediately grabbed the person's arm. "Wait! You can't break the formation like this." She turned to glance at the figure within the array and added, "Besides... his soul has already been scattered!" What remained in the center was merely an empty shell. Though their motives differed, the various factions still managed to form a massive army that besieged the city, a move that thoroughly enraged Luo Fang, far away in the Kunlun Void. Therefore, Lin Mu planned to lead the entire squadron on the mission. After all, with his current perceptual abilities, he wouldn't let anything slip through the cracks in his designated area. "I miss my aunt," Han Xiao said, making no effort to hide his emotions. Thinking of everything she had done for him over the years, even a heart of stone would have melted. Casting a cold glance at the Shark King, Ye Wushuang finally turned away and casually called out to Jiao Peng and the others as if nothing had happened. In the reflection of the universe, a figure clad entirely in yellow robes and wearing a golden crown stood atop an eight-wheeled chariot, wielding a massive golden sword. He was crushing through space and trampling the stars, charging toward the very center of the Jiuli Divine Realm, straight into the frozen expanse of eternal space.