Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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 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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
The next day.
Shang Jing woke up early in the morning. When he got out of his room, He Jiang was in the midst of putting on his shoes, ready to leave the house with a large suitcase.
“The house key is in the shoe cabinet.” He Jiang bent down to place the indoor shoes into the cabinet. “I have some filming scheduled and will be back in half a month, earliest.”
After which, he walked towards the car garage with his suitcase behind and hopped into one of the cars.
Shang Jing subconsciously followed behind him, unable to process what was happening.
He Jiang looked at Shang Jing and was about to say something but in the end, the words that came out of his mouth were, “Be good and pick up some cooking skills.”
At the very least, learn how to take care of yourself.
As he pulled out of the car garage, he checked Shang Jing out in the rearview mirror. Shang Jing was still standing there in a daze in his cotton pajamas.
He recounted the items in his mental list to make sure he had not missed anything out… There was a chef, a cleaner and Xiao Bei would be taking stock and replenishing Shang Jing’s daily necessities every alternate day.
Everything was in place.
He Jiang retracted his gaze and returned his attention to the road.
I suppose Shang Jing would have recovered and left by the time half a month was up.
Shang Jing took another two steps forward before the fact He Jiang had left settled in his mind.
He suddenly felt lonely.
Probably because he had still not added He Jiang on WeChat and could not send him a message to check on his status every half hour like the pain in the ass he was.
With He Jiang gone, the villa suddenly seemed exceptionally empty. Except for the housekeeper, there was barely any sign of life throughout the day.
In the morning, except for He Jiang’s bedroom which was locked, Shang Jing had familiarized himself with every area in the house. That included how many bottles of alcohol He Jiang had kept in the underground cellar and how many books he had kept in his study.
All his basic needs had been met. But the problem n
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