Chapter 145: Deduction

Zheng Shuyang replied, "Bai Yangwei's mother is Chen Xiaoyue, whom Yunzhi rescued while she was away. Later, Chen Xiaoyue and Bai Yangwei's father, Bai Shusheng, took a liking to each other, got married, and stayed behind. By the way, much like Bai Jianren, Bai Shusheng's parents were also bandits, but they perished long before being purged by our Party. He had no siblings and has always been an orphan."

Gu Zhu lowered his gaze. It was patently obvious: Chen Xiaoyue was problematic, and this Yunzhi person was deeply problematic as well.

Cheng Lingzhi had originally thought today would just be another ordinary day, but unexpected events always happen amidst the ordinary.

Shortly after, Ji Ru Qianlong reached out and gently waved her hand before Tianming. Instantly, the crimson hue in Tianming's eyes vanished, the "magma-like" color faded from his entire body, the murderous aura surrounding him dissipated, and even the red flame mark disappeared. Tianming's appearance returned to normal.

Feng Lingxi forced herself to calm down. Under no circumstances was she willing to rely on baseless guesswork, even when such speculation came infinitely close to the truth. She refused to choose belief in the absence of verification.

Abruptly, an ethereal and detached voice echoed—extremely calm yet exceptionally clear, as though separated by a barrier.

"What else could there be to drink?" Fan Shuang turned her head in curiosity, only to be met with a pair of wolf-like eyes and a gaze filled with greed and lewdness.

Ling Zhouhan nodded indifferently, sketching and writing on the blueprints in his hands as tiny, intricate components lay scattered across sheets of white paper.

Four years later, Situ Haoyu returned to the country, only to find that rumors were still rampant on the internet claiming he was an illegitimate son of the Situ family, alongside whispers that after years of disappearance, his fate remained grim.

"No, he is an evil man, utterly unforgivable. He commits all manner of wickedness and has lost his conscience, doesn't he?" The voice possessed a seductive allure, making it impossible to resist.

Sheng Beixian did not sit on the chair opposite her; instead, he sat directly beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Inside the guesthouse in Yanzhou City, Prince Moque was so angered by the couple before him that he nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood, yet he managed to restrain himself.

"Your Grace, I shall fulfill your wish. For now, the private conversation between myself and the advisor has not yet concluded," the Duke of Richmond said calmly before casting a glance at Isabel beside him.

By the early morning of the following day, Mo Xuan also departed Maozhou. As for Meng Qiyang, Mo Xuan did not bother to bid him farewell, nor was it known how matters stood between him and Yan Yao.

Nuoshuai heard the irritable handsome man who was holding her speak again, and once more, she was utterly, completely bewildered...

In the early stages, she worried that the child's father only harbored a temporary novelty toward marriage, so she needed to ensure she had the ability to earn her own living.

"Taking advantage of the time spent preparing the funeral rites, you could go to Leeds or York to speak with a lawyer regarding a prenuptial agreement."

The painting depicted nine lifelike koi fish of various colors, brilliantly hued and exceptionally striking.

Zhang Duobiao had long since known this outcome. Although Mo Xuan's martial arts skills were formidable, defeating his own master was clearly an impossibility for the present; Mo Xuan still had a very long way to go before achieving that.

Hearing An Jinwei say she was tired, he immediately turned to look at the equally drowsy Head Chef Qu, and then addressed Chef Qu and Li Yutian.

If the magnitude transforms into the speed of light, then its velocity becomes infinite, allowing one to gallop freely through the vast universe.

Under the onslaught of the God Race army, the defensive lines established by the Kunlun ethnic minority towns to protect God's Canyon were hanging by a thread.

"Brother Muxuan, you had better explain it to me in detail and give me a reason I can believe." Zhou Huixi gazed at him intently. Her tone was calm and flawless, even though endless drizzle was falling inside her heart. She longed for an umbrella to shield her head, yet he, who was clearly the umbrella, deliberately left her drenched to the bone.

Yin Xiangxian's anger instantly surged into every single cell of his body. Even his trembling turned into a chilling, piercing frost.