Gu Jiangnian had heard Xi Xiuzhe say such a phrase long ago: "The Song Family has built a wall, and unless they open the gates for you, forcing your way in will only leave you with a bloody head."
Within the Song Family's living room, Gu Jiangnian's posture was no longer as humble as when he first arrived. On the contrary, he now possessed a merchant's firmness and the banditry that the patriarch had initially seen in him.
"Since civility has failed, we must resort to force," he announced, undoubtedly touching the Song Family's sore spot. As Gu Jiangnian finished speaking, he slowly stood up, looking down at the patriarch with a confrontational gaze in his eyes.
It was a boldness and dominance unbecoming of a younger generation.
"What would you like to do, Mr. Gu?" Song Yuxi asked.
The unity of the Song Family was unmistakable at this moment, as they sat together on the sofa, presenting a united front.
