His face was twisted with rage: "For a woman, is it worth stirring up so much trouble?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Jin knew that Brother Long had guessed their identity.
She liked dealing with smart people.
Gu Jin casually threw the baseball bat in her hand onto the ground and snapped her fingers in the air.
Immediately, someone brought over a chair and placed it behind her.
Gu Jin sat on the chair elegantly and ladylike, with her hands folded on her lap, a typical dignified young lady.
If they hadn't seen her ruthless side before, they might have really thought she was as harmless as she appeared.
Gu Jin looked up at Brother Long, who was holding Mo Leen upstairs, and gave a calm smile.
Her voice was low and flat: "It seems you know who we are. You've kidnapped an artist from my company and still tell me not to stir up trouble. Where does that logic come from?
