Loren, the young master of the Lionel family, furrowed his eyebrows. He realised that the baby just disturbed his speech, breaking the flow of the conversation.
Now that he finally had the time to accompany her, Qiao Mei still wanted to take away this little bit of time. She definitely would not allow this to happen.
The sun hadn't been visible for a few days in a row, but Lin Jie didn't mind. He had been an otaku for more than 20 years in the 21st century. After coming to Norzin, he could use the heavy smog as an excuse to stay at home.
"Don't worry. She's not that formidable. In my eyes, you're infinitely better than her." Finley smoothly hugged Ainsley and stroked the back of her head. The way he pulled Ainsley to his embrace was so swift that both Code-C and Ainsley was shocked.
Xia Mingcheng’s right eyelid twitched violently when he heard Mother Xia’s tone, which sounded like she wanted to matchmake him with Yuan Yuan. Wait a minute, Xia Mingcheng knew his mother very well. His mother had especially high standards for a daughter-in-law. First of all, their family had to have status, and then a reputation which matched their own. Xia Mingcheng had always been disgusted by this.
Ainsley was confident that she could find a talented person in no time. Her hard work all this time to hone her observation skill would finally take the limelight.
Loren, the young master of the Lionel family, furrowed his eyebrows. He realised that the baby just disturbed his speech, breaking the flow of the conversation.
Also...can the ability grow stronger? What if each ability will be stagnant just like each person's innate talent. If that's the case, I have to find out just how strong my ability is.
Xia Mingcheng’s right eyelid twitched violently when he heard Mother Xia’s tone, which sounded like she wanted to matchmake him with Yuan Yuan. Wait a minute, Xia Mingcheng knew his mother very well. His mother had especially high standards for a daughter-in-law. First of all, their family had to have status, and then a reputation which matched their own. Xia Mingcheng had always been disgusted by this.
His uncle, however, had struggled twice before him. The first time when he tried to complete the painting of a spear and failed, and the second time was when he revealed to Leonel that beneath his golden armor, he was entirely drenched in sweat.