He paused, then added, "What if you catch a cold from the air conditioning? There's only a week left before we go back. Please, go check on what your father is doing. Why do you have to make yourself sick?"

It was a hard-won opportunity, and it was by chance. If Bao Yuyan hadn't been subjected to domestic violence and the second wife of the Wen family hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have gotten that opportunity. The old lady can't stand air conditioning, so isn't this just asking for trouble?

Even if you and your gang members are no match for the Righteous and Brave Hall in a fight, they can't beat them.

But if you ask why he now has more businesses, is richer, and has more prestige than Master Dong, it's because he's cunning and good at planning, while Master Dong is, as A Yuan said, a big idiot.

From Kowloon to Nie's house, it's not far, but it also involves crossing half of Hong Kong.

After thinking it over, Mr. Dong asked again, "Arou, do you think it will be a son or a daughter this time?"

Chen Rou asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

After thinking it over, Grandpa Dong sighed and said, "A son would be better. But if it were a daughter, she'd be just like you..."

If Arou gave birth to a mini version of her, Dong Ye would find himself unable to let go of her.

He has a son and a daughter, they should both be his, he can't possibly give them to Master Er, he won't give either of them.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but feel an itch to kill Master Er again.

Life goes on, the struggle never ends; as long as one lives, the world of martial arts will exist. He can't let go!

Not to mention Mr. Dong's dilemma, there's also Li Xia, who's riding her motorcycle to the Nie family's house.

Nie Zhao is on a plane heading to the mainland. As for his wife's pregnancy, almost everyone in the family knows about it except for him. However, Ah Kuan is not Uncle Ming and has no experience, so he didn't call him in advance to inform him.

So now, only Nie Zhao doesn't know.

The A380 wide-body aircraft he was on had a long-haul VIP cabin with a bed where he could lie down and watch TV, and even a desk. It was like bringing a small hotel room onto the plane.

However, in most cases, guests who actually get to sit in this VIP cabin are unaware that it is a privilege.

Just like Nie Zhao, he wouldn't think about how uncomfortable it was for people to be crammed together on the ordinary seats beneath him. He only felt that there was a lot of static electricity in the air, the perfume smell of the cashmere blanket was too strong, and the air conditioner's airflow was not even, which meant that its air conditioning filter needed maintenance soon.

People in regular seats looked up at the second floor and thought that the people in business class probably had no worries at all.

As for the VIP cabin, most of them didn't even know it existed.

Boss Nie, sitting inside, actually had just as many worries as ordinary people, or even more.

At this moment, Secretary An was helping him plan his itinerary: "When you go to Nie's Electronics Industrial Park, how about we visit a temple on the way? There is a Guanyin Temple here that is said to be very effective in granting children."

Nie Zhao, wearing slippers, was looking at financial statements. He closed the document and asked seriously, "Do you only send sons, or daughters?"

To be honest, even though Secretary An is capable of anything and is known as the strongest support, she was stumped by this problem.

Everyone knows Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy, who grants children, but would she grant daughters?