Gu Jin's lips curved in a polite but firm smile.
"I appreciate the offer, but directions will do."
Slightly taken aback yet impressed by her composed demeanor, Cu Han nodded. He quickly relayed the directions and added,
"If you need anything else, Junior, don't hesitate to reach out."
"Noted," Gu Jin replied, turning on her heel and walking in the direction he indicated.
Her demeanor, striking and cold, left Cu Han with the impression that approaching her was like handling an ice sculpture—beautiful, captivating, but untouchable.
Meanwhile, an hour earlier, Gu Aihan sat in her lavish villa, tapping her manicured nails against the table as she dialed Long Yifan's number.
The moment he answered with a lifeless "Hello," she didn't waste any time.
"Meet me at the university gate in an hour," she said briskly, not giving him a chance to argue before ending the call.
