Chapter 119: Slander

The mistress of ceremonies is essentially the host who handles translation duties during important occasions. In this profession, the mistress plays a crucial role, as various social events requiring etiquette and hospitality fall under their responsibility.

“Don’t worry, Miss. I’ve handled this matter perfectly. No one will ever find out. Besides, who would believe a child’s words? When it comes to an adult and a child, of course, people will choose to believe the adult,” a woman reported confidently over the phone in a dingy warehouse, recounting her great achievements.

Yuan Yao’er was thoroughly satisfied...

Upon hearing Lin Yingbin’s words, his heart trembled. He lowered his head, gazing thoughtfully at his chest, as if pondering something deeply.

Wang Xuanyuan lowered his head shyly and said, “Keanu, you’re making me embarrassed with your words.” Everyone in the room smiled kindly after that.

After the instructions were given, the illusion of the beast vanished. Though it disappeared, the words spoken were deeply etched into his mind.

Amaterasu Reiko froze in astonishment when a huge white bear approached her. The bear lay before her, sniffing as if trying to discern something.

Wang Xiaoxin’s expression changed the moment she heard that; only then did she realize how fierce the scarred one really was.

His eyes fixed intently on Jack’s face, as if searching desperately for something, seemingly confirming a matter.

Zhen Xi, dressed in a jersey like a lazy cat, leaned against the wall with arms casually crossed. Black strands of hair fell messily across her forehead, and a purple earring in her left ear shimmered faintly under the dim lights of Gymnasium No. 1. A radiant, sun-like smile curved her lips, dimples appearing subtly at the corners.

Many members of the Phoenix clan exchanged glances after coming to their senses, their expressions growing solemn. At this point, anyone still treating Wu Lei as an insignificant human was truly being foolish.

This is a Chinese person—from that mysterious and legendary land. Though it was said to be embroiled in civil war, it did not deter her, a reporter by nature, driven by curiosity.

I was extremely surprised—what on earth was wrong with him? Not getting angry at all? Was his head stuck in a door or what?

Then, Shan Xue and Shen Qingxue fiddled with him for a while, but Sun Yifan showed no reaction whatsoever.

The school playground had no stands, so the day before the sports meet, just like previous years, the school dismantled the sports equipment on both sides and set up temporary seating in the middle of the two basketball courts, divided by grade and class.

“Invite them in and settle them in the annex,” Hanyue instructed, her voice regaining its former calm.

At 1:30 sharp, the competition began, and as usual, Yang Rui was first taken into a room by the organizers.

At Wen Boping’s level of politician, he was an old hand; even if they were secretly bitter enemies, wishing to wipe each other out, in public they maintained a peaceful facade, smiling, greeting each other warmly, and remarking on the pleasant weather.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ze sat dumbfounded, silent, ears straining to catch the voices from the television, his eyes glazed and vacant.

Upon hearing this, Sun Yifan turned toward the sound and saw Shen Qingxue standing beside Bai Manjun and Shan Xue.

The neon lights scattered faintly across their faces, light and shadow intertwining, making the world dizzying and surreal.

Almost the instant she saw the young man, their eyes met, and an unexpected stiffness spread across her face.

Before, I’d only heard rumors and wasn’t sure, but hearing Lin Haixin’s direct confession made me understand Lin Rongshen’s change in attitude.

Then, when I carried Lin Jiachun to the sofa, I placed her down and lifted the hem of her pants to take a look.

“To invite the moon together, the bewitched moon overwhelms the world. Miss, why have you summoned me to the Moon Invitation Tower?” Qin Jiu glanced at the maid whose expression was downcast. Such a profound gaze—impressive indeed! If even a maid is like this, how much more intriguing must the tower master be?