"Hmm, do you think you can still endure it?" Zhuo Junli continued sipping tea and fanning himself, though his expression had become considerably more serious.
"It's a bit uncomfortable... but I can endure it." Leng Muling looked at him calmly.
"But this is merely the surface. Lu Mian is full of schemes and calculations; even as your uncle, I haven't grasped the full depth of him. As for you wanting to harm him... you must first ensure that he cannot drive you into a corner."
Zhuo Junli's words to Leng Muling were blunt, perhaps cruel, yet every sentence contained truths that were useful to her.
"I don't need you to do anything for the Leng family for now, but you can choose what you want to do for yourself. Lu Mian caused your leg injury, tarnished your reputation,
and if you want revenge, to bring him down in turn, it's understandable. But first, consider whether you are capable of enduring it."
