After the three men left, An Yun remained seated, her expression clouded with unease.
A tight knot had begun to form in her chest. Even Gu Zi had said this wasn't an easy situation to resolve—what chance did they really have? Could it be that the small shop her daughter and daughter-in-law had painstakingly built from the ground up was about to collapse under a single blow?
"Gu Zi," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "this is all our fault. We were careless. We never should've sold that cup of white fungus soup to the Gu family."
