Gu Qingheng laughed, "Yeah, it's like slicing with a dull knife." As he spoke, he turned to glance at Yang Ruxin, "We've waited for so many years, I don't mind waiting a bit longer."
Yang Ruxin smiled, knowing that you always have to pay your dues eventually. Gu Family, the seeds you planted back then have finally borne fruit. Hope you all enjoy the taste of it.
"Let's go." Gu Qingheng lowered the carriage curtain.
"Did you have someone send a message to Beijing?" Yang Ruxin smirked mischievously, "I wonder if Chief of Staff Gu will be so furious when he gets the news that he'll have a stroke?"
"Hehe, we'll find out in a few days." Gu Qingheng reached over to pull Yang Ruxin into his embrace, "From now on, you just need to give the orders. You don't need to worry about how it's done or the aftermath when it's done."
