Xin family, Xin family, Xin family…
Gu Yundong's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and she put the recording pen back into her spatial storage.
She would definitely not let the Xin family off. After all, even if she did not mind, the Xin family would still force her to hand over the secret recipe of the white sugar. Thus, she might as well make the first move.
It was just that Gu Yundong was only a little farm girl in Yongfu Village who had yet to reach adulthood. She only had more than a hundred acres of land and a workshop.
Compared to her, the Xin family was a colossus.
Fortunately, the Xin family was courting death.
Gu Yundong sneered. She took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and began to write a letter in detail.
