"No need to worry." Gu Jin said with a smile, "I will manage it on my own. Thank you for informing me everything."
Old Xiang studied Gu Jin's composed expression, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Gu Jin… this isn't something you can handle alone," he said, his tone laced with concern.
"These families have roots that run deeper than you think. Their influence—"
"I know." Gu Jin's eyes gleamed coldly, her smile fading.
"But if they think I'll sit back and let them trample over me…"
Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the table again, her mind already strategizing.
"Then they've severely underestimated me."
Old Wu's gaze softened with a trace of admiration.
"We know you're capable, Gu Jin. But…"
"But I have more enemies than I can count," she finished for him, her lips curving slightly. "That's nothing new."
Old Fan, despite his usual grumpy demeanor, was frowning deeply.
