Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
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
In the past two weeks he was away, He Jiang had finished filming most of his scenes for the movie. Under the eagle eyes of the director, he had performed perfectly for every take but the same could not be said for Zhang Yaoyao who was acting in a movie for the first time. As such, the director had decided to personally grill her, leaving him with some time off.
In addition, before he encountered Shang Jing at the hospital, he had already gone through his schedule in his mind and pruned out the unimportant appointments.
This left him with a period of break in the upcoming days.
Still feeling angry and embarrassed, Shang Jing did not spout a single word to He Jiang on the ride home.
I am so useless. If I was more courageous just now, I would have spared no expense to elevate the quarrel and make sure it becomes the highlight news on the internet for three whole days. By then, He Jiang would definitely be the one crying and begging me not to reveal his deeds to the press.
But look at me now. Driven to tears from the words of the douchebag, crying like a homeless puppy at the hospital…
Things did not improve when they got home. Unlike the past few days, there was no aroma of food wafting in the air. Shang Jing ran around the house in a frenzy, tears dripping down his face once again. He was already starving.
He questioned He Jiang, “Didn’t Auntie Huang come by today?”
He Jiang was still unloading his car keys at the foyer. “Not just today, she won’t be coming by anymore.”
Shang Jing felt like he was hit by lightning. This was more of a torture than not getting the piano. Auntie Huang was someone he held dearly. He continued to question He Jiang, “Why? Auntie Huang is such a good person! And she can cook so well too! Is it because you thought the work was too taxing for her? Or you didn’t pay her?”
He Jiang pulled the door close behind him and changed into a pair of indoor slippers. “Shang Jing, did you forget what I asked you to do before I left?”
Shang Jing looked at him, confusion written all over his face. “What did you say?’
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