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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
“He’s impossible!”
He Jiang smashed his phone on the ground.
We have not contacted each other for two days and the first text he sent was to provoke me?
What a waste of his effort to get Lin Lin to monitor his phone for messages so that he could reply the moment they took a break from filming.
Cai Minmin looked at the agitated He Jiang. Lin Lin had warned her of his possible unstable temperaments these few days. She had not been fibbing. Just as she was deciding between staying as quiet as a chicken and going up to show some concern, He Jiang picked up his phone off the ground, wiped it and settled back down in his chair.
His face was still dark and ominous.
An eye for an eye. You scolded me first so you can’t blame me for doing something in retaliation.
Shang Jing had provoked him out of the blue. Something was not right there. He Jiang checked his home camera footage.
There was no one in the study nor the living room.
It’s already this time of the day. He couldn't still be sleeping?
He Jiang furrowed his brow and pulled the time bar back to an earlier time in the day. Soon, the image of Shang Jing sitting on the floor in the living room, looking for the thermometer, appeared on the screen. While he was looking for it, he sneezed three times. Three minutes later, he could be seen emerging from his room fully covered in long sleeves and pants.
When he was changing shoes at the entrance, the camera had captured a close up of his pale and sick face.
He Jiang massaged his temples.
Shang Jing was truly gifted at making him angry.
Connecting the dots, it was possible Shang Jing had made use of his condition as a topic to seek trouble with him.
He Jiang paced around the dressing room in frustration. In the end, he decided to engage the help of the helper auntie to fetch Shang Jing and prepare the meals earlier, even adding supper to the mix. If there was a need, she could also stay over to look after him.
Xiao Bei almost fell off his chair when he heard that. The film emperor himself had never allowed anyone to stay the
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