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If the old man didn't step down, she had ways to destroy the Jiang Family. Stepping back at the pinnacle was not a chance to breathe but to kneel.
"So you're saying I should be thankful for your consideration?" The man's figure remained still, his cold eyes fixed on the person in front of him, his expression dark and frosty.
"We're family, after all," she said, reaching for the water cup in Gu Jiangnian's palm.
But he dodged with a turn of his body,
and slowly brought the cup, originally meant for Jiang Muwan, to his lips. Jiang Muwan watched helplessly as he drank half the glass.
In Gu Jiangnian's heart, there was a flame, but it was an inexplicably placed one. Theoretically, going to their respective homes made sense, but the thought of the shrew leaving him for ten days or half a month left him empty inside. And this emptiness made him somewhat resistant.
He didn't want to let go, nor did he want to admit it.
How could such feelings be expressed?
