The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

"He has been here?" Lin Xingyi raised an eyebrow.

Gu Youyou didn’t speak, and after a moment, Lin Xingyi got up and sighed, "I don’t know how you deal with him... Well, all right, I understand now. You should rest, it’s getting late."

Lin Xingyi didn’t ask any more questions and left Gu Youyou’s courtyard.

Gu Youyou breathed a sigh of relief, slumped onto the soft couch, and lay down in a perfect slouch.

Luckily, my uncle came with me, otherwise it would have been troublesome if only those ignorant house servants had come.

Before long, Jin Zijin returned, with beads of blood dripping from his wrist.

Gu Youyou was so frightened that she quickly jumped up from the couch and lifted his hand.

"How were you injured? Was it that bastard Jin Ziyuan’s doing?"