Xing Zhen listened to Gu Yingzhou's words, the dark pools of his eyes flickering with a glimmer.
"I'm aware of this matter now. You take care of your business, and I will handle it. I guarantee I won't let your sister-in-law suffer any grievances," he said.
Some people in the "Literature Review" have always been doing as they please without any oversight, publishing articles they consider to be the ultimate truths. It's about time someone dealt with them.
Gu Yingzhou was well aware of his senior brother's capabilities and replied, "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you, senior brother."
"No need to be polite," Xing Zhen said nonchalantly.
The conversation turned, "If you feel sorry, just mail me another couple of bottles of medicinal wine."
Feeling the abundant strength within his body, a frenzy filled his eyes, and he clenched his fists, dark as pitch.