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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
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
Did all of Tan Jiao’s friends have overly expressive faces? Within seconds, a myriad of expressions flashed across Zhuang Yu’s face. Ultimately, an expression containing a sliver of strange and secret delight appeared as she sneaked a peek at us. “Sorry for the interrupting.”
Tan Jiao, who seemed thick-skinned at times but sensitive at others, almost instantly explained, “Zhuang Yu, don’t let your imaginations run wild! He was injured yesterday, so I brought him back here to take care of him more easily. He slept in the guest room. Plus, we still need to discuss the case.”
The odd expression still lingered on Zhuang Yu’s face as she nodded and said, “Oh, take care of him more easily.”
Suddenly, I felt that this somewhat abnormal lady seemed more tolerable.
The three of us sat down with me sitting beside Tan Jiao. Zhuang Yu sitting across from us cleared her throat purposefully as if to clear the non-existent air of awkwardness before she said, “Da Zhu, didn’t you tell me to look into if there’s anything special about Zhu Zhihan? Well, since they lived around the area where Xiaohao lived, I went to do some digging. You know my mind has always been sharp and detailed, so when I did a little digging, I found an interesting piece of information. Hear me out, the head of the household is Zhu Zhihan’s grandfather—Zhu Fengxian. He ran a small store in the past and had three children; the eldest son is Zhu Boyu, the second son Zhu Zhongling is Zhu Zhihan’s father, and finally, the youngest daughter is Zhu Jirui—unmarried but currently engaged. The eldest son is 40 this year, the second is 35, while the daughter is 23. Don’t you think their age difference is somewhat fishy?”
After giving it a moment of thought, Tan Jiao said, “Bo, Zhong, Shu, Ji. If he is using this Chinese idiom, then he’s missing Shu. Plus, the age difference between Zhong and Ji is relatively significant.”
[TL note: 伯仲叔季, a Chinese idiom—Pinyin Bo, Zhong, Shu, Ji—which means the order of brothers. Bo is the eldest, Zhong is the second, Shu is the third, and Ji
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