Gu Jin's lips curved into a pleasing arc, and she cast a cold glance at Wang Yan, her voice devoid of emotion: "As long as you have the skills, I'm ready to face you at any time."
Wang Yan trembled all over, wishing she could tear apart her perfect face.
But the fear in her heart prevented her from acting.
Gu Jin lowered her gaze, looking at the obedient young boy in the seat.
The other party's picturesque features gradually calmed down after she retorted to Wang Yan, and the ferocity in his eyes dissipated.
Good, the young boy should not be influenced by others.
Qiu Qianghai finally released his hold on his nephew after Gu Jin's retort.
Yu Shuo stood up suddenly, glaring at Wang Yan with a hostile expression.
"What a bold statement from this lady!"
Wang Yan was aware of Yu Shuo's background; her twisted face became unnatural and still exceptionally ugly.
