Chapter 133: Imprisonment

What did she mean by saying she only gave birth to Natasha?
Surrogacy?
Lin Yi looks to be in her twenties, and Natasha is six. How old was she six years ago?
And then there is Ye Lin. If he had merely hired a surrogate, why would he be so emotionally volatile?
It suggests that there is an irreconcilable conflict between them.
Is this conflict rooted in love, or is it a financial dispute?
Xu Yu did not get...
So, he immediately sent a text message to Song Guxue: "You choose the place. I can be there around eleven."
"Didn't you delete his WeChat long ago?" he asked with a cold face, his anger palpable.
These are troubled times, and Qin Tian has become almost like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Encountering anything at all, he cannot help but immediately expect the worst.
In the lounge, Liu Wei sat on the sofa playing with her phone. She had intended to log into a game, but fearing it might look bad, she could only scroll through news and watch documentaries.
In the curtain of rain, bright lights flared. Over a dozen armored riot vehicles surrounded the school entrance, and fully armed members of the Ninth Division poured out, entering the campus.
The fat man stared at Bai Yuechen, utterly bewildered, and asked weakly, "What... are you talking about?"
Sun Meiling watched the two men clash, shrinking back in fear. Seeing these two men going at each other was unsettling; the air was thick with the smoke and fire of their war, neither willing to let the other go.
After hanging up, Liu Wei got up to put the birthday cake in the refrigerator. With a sense of irritation, she shut the door, grabbed a shawl, and headed downstairs for a walk. She knew clearly that if she stayed in the room letting her imagination run wild, she might soon throw the cake into the trash can, along with the birthday gift.
She could not even bring herself to offer the compliment she had prepared: "Your voice is so pleasant." She was afraid the other party would think she was deliberately mocking him.
Although they had brought her many daily necessities, they had swept her entire liquor collection clean.
The scene descended into chaos instantly. The Mad God summoned his pet, a venomous snake; Zhang Zihau felt nauseated just looking at the creature.
"Whew..." Ha Teng exhaled softly and then moved to roll over and stand up... Just then, he felt his left ankle being grabbed. Looking down, his expression darkened instantly; his ankle was gripped by a hand, and the owner of that hand was the man who had been chasing him.
This was a critical moment in the struggle for Jingzhou, and he had no intention of provoking Yangzhou further, lest he add another formidable enemy to his list. In any case, his goal in sending troops to attack Jiangxia was simply to sever one of Liu Biao’s arms. Now that the objective had been achieved, and he had even occupied several counties in Jiangxia, what more could he be dissatisfied with?
Regardless, this could be considered a minor achievement; the lower back is, after all, a vulnerable point on the human body.
Old Li was somewhat stunned. This Wang Guodong was truly a man who valued money over his own life, yet the crux of the matter was that a security guard earned so little—barely enough to put food on the table.
Qing Fengshou’s words drew laughter from everyone, including Qi Tianxiang. Amidst the laughter, Qing Fengshou skillfully parked the sightseeing vehicle in front of a farmhouse restaurant, hopped out quickly, and attentively moved to assist Qi Tianxiang.
He did not unleash his power for long; instead, he pulled up his blood-stained hem and swung his arm. Instantly, hundreds of blood-red wind blades flew toward the crowd. The scene fell into chaos; everyone scrambled to raise barriers, retreat, or dodge.
"No... what divine artifact?" Li You suddenly stopped. He was even more curious about what divine artifact the other party had obtained, and even more curious about the other party's origins.
Garen's skill was like having a circle of shields surrounding him; once activated, the more he was attacked, the higher his armor defense became.
A series of clear whistles rang out from the Huading Platform, one after another. Seven sharp whistles pierced the clouds like cracking stones. Suddenly, the shadows of the trees swayed and the cranes took flight in alarm. Both sides, currently locked in battle on the mountain path, were taken aback.