Li Qian sat in the airport's departure lounge, not yet having boarded. His thoughts were a whirlwind. 'I never expected the Mu Family, which seems so prosperous on the surface, to be hiding such a crisis.'
Every family has its own troubles. But the Mu Family's problem was more than just a simple trouble—it was a catastrophe. If they couldn't overcome it, it was entirely possible that the family would fall into decline.
Of course, the impact wouldn't be significant for the next generation or two. The Mu Family was a thousand-year-old family. With a millennium of accumulated power, even if they were to decline, it wouldn't happen so quickly.
Moreover, given the shrewdness of the Mu Family's old master, it was hard to say whether they would truly fall into decline.
Looking at the USB drive in his hand, Li Qian couldn't help but mutter to himself, 'The older, the wiser. This is no small favor. If I'm confident I can pull it off, I should probably help.'
