Can We Send the New Sister Away?

What brought him the deepest sense of shame was that, for Jiang Yuanyao’s sake, he had treated Nan Yuanman with such appalling hostility at the very beginning...
Jiang Lixuan raised a hand to cover his eyes. Fury and regret surged within his chest, making his breath hitch so violently that he could barely remain seated.
Unable to stop himself, Jiang Lixuan delivered two sharp slaps to his own face. "Jiang Lixuan, you truly are a beast!"
The office was left with only the sound of his heavy breathing and the steady, buzzing vibration of his mobile phone.
Jiang Lixuan's eyes reddened.

She had no idea what was going on in Yan Churu's mind, but she figured that telling the truth could never go wrong. Therefore, whenever he asked a question, she answered it in careful detail.
In terms of demeanor, substance, and pacing, no matter how one looked at it, her performance was indeed superior to her own.
"Don't forget, I have evidence in my hand!" Huo Linhai seemed unconvinced that she could walk away so decisively. His expression darkening, he issued a reminder.
"This... aren't they pretty much the same thing?" Chi Xiannian did not see any real distinction between the two. Wasn't the point just to knock someone out and keep them quiet during an inconvenient moment?

One day in the late frost month of the fifth year, after Li Taibai awoke from a faint that had lasted a full day and night, the first thing the Wall Gazer heard him say was not words of comfort for his disciple, nor expressions of deep concern, but rather a demanding critique tinged with faint disdain.
And his mother remained as domineering as ever, occasionally yielding to Jiangdong, just as she had been from the very beginning—never changing. How, then, had the dynamic between the two of them shifted?
Magistrate Chen was much the same; though he did not enter the Wutong Woods, as he passed by an elm tree, he noticed a faint white glow emanating from within its trunk.
In the back row, members of the research institute cast furtive glances, observing the atmosphere at the front and the grand entourage of these individuals, and began to whisper among themselves.
In each grand assembly, every peak was granted only a single opportunity to choose, and the peak that was selected possessed no right of refusal.
Unimportant as it might be, since someone had brought the matter up, Engineer Li agreed that it ought to be resolved.
If, after passing through the hands of the Holy Physician Ouyang Linyun, her illness still proved incurable, then she would be able to persuade Yang Yue that the so-called Doctor Su was entirely untrustworthy.
"Come again!" Yang Guo let out a fierce roar. The moment he steadied his posture, he lunged forward once more. He knew that although the Ancient Tomb sect's lightness skills were peerless under heaven, lightness was not his primary discipline, and compared to the person before him, he was simply not in the same league. Therefore, he absolutely could not afford to give his opponent a moment to breathe.
She truly could not understand what on earth was so special about Xia Meng that she could leave her son so utterly bewitched and infatuated.
Xin Shaoying was not present at the imperial court today; instead, he was recuperating at home. Before parting, Xin Shaoying had instructed him that should the Emperor bestow any imperial rewards, he should claim fault for himself—this approach would win the favor of the various courtiers. After all, when both a prince and a general encountered misfortune while he alone emerged unscathed, it would inevitably invite suspicion and overthinking from others.
As for gambling on the top scholar, it was not entirely unheard of for candidates to bet on themselves, but to publicly and arrogantly declare that the premier rank would undoubtedly be secured by oneself—such a thing had truly never been seen before.
It seemed these people had made thorough preparations, fully intending to fight tooth and nail for a legendary treasured sword.
A trace of sorrow welled up within her then. If her father had not passed away and were still alive today, perhaps her eldest brother would not have had to shoulder such unbearable burdens that did not belong to him.
After all, similar incidents had occurred more than once on their journey back to "Pangu Biotechnology".
Out of the eleven elemental stones they had originally acquired, only seven remained now, and two of those still needed to be reserved for Danqiao and Daina. This meant he could mobilize at most five stones, which should be sufficient to elevate his cultivation realm to the Innate Late Stage.
Xia Meng had come with the deliberate intention of probing Qin Wenwen; hence, she had kept a close watch on her from the very moment they met, catching every subtle shift in her facial expressions.
"The golden bones of the clouds... chchch, next must be the golden bones of illusion." Floating in the midair, Netherworld had already stripped away two sets of golden bones and now began his advance toward the third.