"Anan, I really want to see what's inside your head."
Fu Mingyu was nowhere to be seen, Qin Yuji looked at Gu Chengan with a helpless smile on her face.
Wanting to clean up Fu Mingyu but due to a lack of familiarity and unclear background, she didn't dare to act rashly. With just a few words, she successfully ignited the flames of war, and then stood by and watched as everything unfolded.
The seventeen-year-old Gu Chengan, as if he had studied Sun Tzu's Art of War thoroughly, executed a scheme to have others do his dirty work with consummate skill; he was truly well-versed in this art.
Chi Jingxuan glanced at Gu Chengan and then at Qin Yuji, his eyes brimming with amusement, "So, are you relieved now?"
Before this, Qin Yuji was always worried that Gu Chengan, a seventeen-year-old boy, would be tricked by the sly and cunning Gu Chenghui.
But looking at it now, Qin Yuji felt that she should be more worried about Gu Chenghui instead.
