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!
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
He Jiang’s cousin looked at his handphone in a daze and mumbled under his breath unhappily, “Can you not contradict your own words? He’s not even your wife so what has your money got to do with him?”
Another youngster patted him on the shoulder. “Told you not to mention it to He Jiang, he would never agree. Think about it, if He Jiang really has no interest in Shang Jing, how would Shang Jing get the opportunity to speak nonsense in front of aunt? Who do you think He Jiang is?”
He Jiang’s cousin: “I only decided to try my luck to employ Shang Jing since he kept insisting there was nothing between them.”
And that was some next level protection.
The mouth of a film emperor can never be trusted. They had better start preparing gift money for their wedding earlier.
After a day of tutoring, Shang Jing’s throat was beyond sore. He downed a cup of honey citron tea and rushed back into his room. If he wanted to change his current predicament, he had to do up his proposal in a way that would entice He Jiang.
He made his way to He Jiang’s study room and pulled out one of He Jiang’s documents, especially one with a logo of the studio on top. After memorizing the format of it, he went back to his room to imitate it on his proposal, in hopes of making them similar.
“That’s impressive.” Grabbing the empty cup beside him, he walked out the room to get a refill, coincidentally bumping into He Jiang entering the house.
“Did anyone bring up the issue of the missing brain supplements?” Shang Jing asked.
“Relax, the topic didn’t come up.” He Jiang took a step forward and touched Shang Jing’s vocal cords area. “What happened to your voice? Did you come down with the flu?”
Shang Jing: “I’ve spoken too much today.”
Interacting with little kids required him to speak constantly with exaggerated emotions to keep their attention. If not, they would simply wander away in boredom.
It was extremely exhausting.
He Jiang: “Pay more attention to that. How will you continue to sing if you hurt your vocal cords?”
Shang Jing closed his mouth slowly. Does that mean
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