Gao iru followed with a sinister smile, "Yes, he’s got no backers now. As of today, he’s just a paper tiger. Father, he just left not long ago, do we send soone now..."
"No!" Gu Hai pondered for a while and then spoke indifferently, "Although it’s a piece of news released by the Fujiwara Mo Family, we should still exercise caution. We must act flawlessly. Here’s what you’ll do, hire a few desperate criminals, give them money, and just have them cripple him. Rember, leave him alive."
"Yes, I know what to do."
Gao iru lowered her gaze, concealing the cold sneer within her eyes. The day Gu Yixuan becos a crippled man will mark the end of his life, and she definitely won’t give him a chance to survive.
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After resting at ho for two days, Mo Yan sent Mo Ran a key to the company, asking her to find so ti to check it out and see if it ets her satisfaction.
She heard that the renovation was basically complete and that they would soon be ready to open for business and enroll students.
Their leased property was situated in a bustling comrcial area, close to various parts of the downtown area, making it convenient for the apprentices to co and learn in their free ti.
Walking into the beautifully decorated, spacious dance studio, Mo Ran widened her eyes in surprise, her gaze filled with delight.
Was this going to be her workplace from now on?
Was this her own company?
"How is it, isn’t it pretty?" A voice sounded from behind her, and Mo Ran turned around to see Yuan Zhe, who had appeared without her noticing.
He had his hands tucked into his pockets, giving Mo Ran a smile with a graceful deanor.
Sitting down at a piano, his long fingers moved skillfully across the keys, and a stream of beautiful music imdiately flowed forth.
Mo Ran quietly watched him. His skin was pale enough to see the bluish veins. He lowered his long eyelashes, focusing on playing the piano, resembling a lancholic and noble prince.
Such a man was outstanding, and sotis, he even seed more attractive than Gu Yixuan.
But there was always an air of mystery about him that kept Mo Ran at a distance, unable to even be ordinary friends with him.
"Does it sound good?" he asked with a sideways smile, pausing his playing.
"It sounds very good. What’s it called?"
"Castle in the Sky, it’s one of my favorite piano pieces. I admire the spirit of the protagonist who strives tirelessly in pursuit of their dreams in the animation."
"I haven’t seen it, maybe I’ll take the opportunity to watch it. By the way, Mr. Yuan, what brings you here?"
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This is a work of fiction. Please don’t waste your patriotic fervor on , it’s more than this lady can bear.
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