Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Bai Zhou took out his phone and began videotaping the CCTV footage of Song Shiyu and Ji Fanyin. There was no way Song Shiyu would be able to talk his way out of this with such concrete evidence.
The manager stood quietly behind Bai Zhou, pretending as if he couldn’t see anything at all.
A while later, Bai Zhou started to feel a little exhausted. He pulled a chair over and took a seat, seemingly resolved to camp it out here. At the same time, he instructed the manager, “Bring me something to drink.”
The two of them are likely going to be in there for an hour at minimum. I can’t miss even a single frame of them.
The manager quickly brought a few bottles of beer over. Bai Zhou popped one open and began gulping it down while staring intently at the screen.
As he looked at the footage, he started feeling a sense of incongruence.
Why do Ji Fanyin’s movements and gestures resemble big sis so much?!
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“You shouldn’t drink so much. It’s not good for your body,” Ji Fanyin advised.
She could already tell that Song Shiyu was slightly intoxicated over the phone, and it didn’t seem like he had stopped drinking while she was making her way over. Even under the dim lights of the compartment room, it was obvious that his face was reddened.
Of course, she wouldn’t mind if Song Shiyu were to knock himself out—that would be extremely convenient for her.
It was just that ‘Ji Xinxin’ would try to stop him.
Song Shiyu was currently drinking a bottle of Hennessy. There was a pail filled with ice on the table, but he hadn’t even bothered to touch it at all. He poured the 40% brandy into his cup and downed it over and over again as if it was no more than iced red tea.
He was just about to pour his next cup when Ji Fanyin suddenly moved the wine bottle away from him. She asked softly, “If there’s something on your mind, why don’t you tell me about it? I might not be able to solve your problems, but it’ll at least make you feel better.”
When Song Shiyu’s outreached hand failed to grab hold of the wine bottle, he raised his head to look at
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