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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
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
With the history of Shang Jing asking for the studio’s cash flow report, his current actions did resemble that of an industrial spy. But He Jiang knew, deep in his heart, that Shang Jing was at most a pretty industrial attraction, one that was owned by him.
Soon, the cupboard doors were slowly pushed open. Inside, Shang Jing was sitting down with his eyes averted from him.
He Jiang looked at Shang Jing who was entangled in his pajamas. Where the pajamas did not cover, his snow white skin stood out, especially his feet and his curled up toes. On his face was an innocent yet guilty expression.
His throat tightened up. “Why are you hiding?”
Guiltily, Shang Jing said, “I’m just here to see whether you’ve folded your blanket.”
He Jiang: “Did I fold them?”
Shang Jing: “You did.”
He Jiang pulled the two loaves of bread out from his arms and chuckled, “Why did you bring food with you? Are you planning to set up a nest in my room?”
He Jiang thought about that scenario and it was not bad at all.
Shang Jing did not have an explanation for that. With a stutter, he said, “I took it because I wanted to eat them.”
He Jiang was running out of time. Pinching Shang Jing’s chin, he lifted his face up to face him and said, “Cut to the chase. What are you looking for? If I can give it to you, I’ll give it to you.”
Shang Jing did not expect him to be so cooperative. Nodding his head in the direction of the safe, he replied, “I want what’s in there.”
“Be specific.”
He Jiang sighed.
He could let him have the house’s land title but their wedding certification would be impossible.
He could not conjure it out of nothing.
Shang Jing clenched his teeth. If the USB was really in the safe, he would not be able to get it out even if he dedicated his entire life to it. Why not take a gamble on the douchebag’s conscience?
Plus, He Jiang’s behavior seemed to be more humane recently.
“The video…”
He Jiang did not get his reference. “What?”
Shang Jing explained, “That HD home video starring the both of us. I believe there are risks to hiding it, we will be better off des
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