Gu Jin cursed inwardly in a not-so-elegant manner, realizing now that there are other cultivators in the world. She understood that in this era when the internet was not yet developed, it would be easy for those people to find her.
She then raised her eyebrows slightly, staring at the two Yu family father and son before her, her dark eyes cold and piercing, and her voice no longer gentle: "Mr. Yu, you knew the situation long ago, but only now you tell me. Wouldn't I become the target when things happen?"
Before Old Mr. Yu could speak, Yu Qingli replied, "We only realized that Miss Gu was still selling grain elsewhere, and in considerable quantities, after shipping a hundred tons of grain to Beijing. We mentioned this to Xiao Hai, considering meeting you someday, but never intended to make you bear all the responsibility alone."
They themselves had benefited from Gu Jin's generosity and could not repay kindness with ingratitude.
