Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Many of He Jiang’s clothes required professional maintenance and could not withstand even a single little wrinkle on them. The higher class the piece of clothing was, the more troublesome it was to maintain it.
He Silan: “Even though he has assistants to help him, there will be a day when both of you are out together and there is a wrinkle on his collar. With no assistant around, you will have to know how to handle it, right?”
Shang Jing: “...”
“Aunt He, may I go to the restroom?”
“Go ahead.”
Shang Jing darted into the washroom and sent He Jiang a text: 【When are you coming to fetch me [crying emoji]?”】
There was no reply.
Douchebag.
He Jiang was at a magazine cover shoot and only saw Shang Jing messages after finishing a set.
From the earliest message to the latest…
【When are you coming to fetch me?”】
【I don’t want to work anymore.】
【Come fetch me, I’m begging you.】
【Hubby (づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭??~】
【Now! Immediately! If you don’t come, you’ll have to face the consequences!】
【I’m warning you. I’ll count to three!】
He Jiang burst out in laughter.
The messages were sent at three different points in time. It was a wonder how many times Shang Jing had visited the toilet to pee in that short period of time.
At the house, Shang Jing had mastered making dumplings, ironing clothes, arranging a tie, arranging flowers, making a peacock-shaped fruit platter, and was currently working towards learning how to carve an exquisite flower out of a carrot.
As He Silan walked into the living room after her afternoon nap, the view of a young lad munching on a carrot stunned her.
Seeing the demon lord awaken, Shang Jing quickly spit the carrot out, picked up the carving knife, and pretended to be hard at work.
He Silan: “What are you doing? Are you hungry?”
“Ah?” Shang Jing looked at his multi-talented teacher of the day, Auntie Liu, in a daze.
Auntie Liu obviously had experience in this. Walking towards He Silan, she quickly updated her on what she had done throughout the day in a whisper.
He Silan laughed sheepishly. “My apologies, I can’t control myself sometimes.”
She
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