You Couldn't Get Anything Out of Them? Then Your Methods Were Wrong-Bring Out the Big Hammers!

Zhao Linchuan raised his eyes to her, taking in her lively expression, animated by excitement. He said coolly:

"Zhu Zhuqing is my subordinate. She entrusted me with her loyalty and future, so naturally, it's my responsibility to guide her and reward her hard work and progress."

"But you..." He paused. "Miss Ning, you're merely a guest here. There's no master-subordinate relationship between us, nor any necessary business dealings."

He watched Ning Rongrong, who looked unconvinced and ready to argue back. His tone suddenly turned rather earnest.

"Rongrong, you need to understand that in this world, the things that are truly precious often can't be bought with money."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the richest under heaven. That's certainly an advantage, but if you get used to measuring and solving everything with money, and your thinking always stays at the level of 'the highest bidder wins'..."

He shook his head slightly. His gaze was like a mirror, reflecting Ning Rongrong's stunned expression. "Sooner or later, you'll suffer a loss over this that you never saw coming."

"Some thresholds can't be crossed by piling up Gold Soul Coins."

After saying all this, he didn't wait for Ning Rongrong to recover from this sudden "lecture." He stood up, straightened his sleeves, and walked toward the inner room.

He left Ning Rongrong standing alone in the vast living room.

Ning Rongrong stood there dazed for a long while, Zhao Linchuan's final words echoing in her mind.

An inexplicable mix of grievance, unwillingness, and a trace of flustered panic—because he'd hit a little too close to home, though she refused to admit it—churned inside her.

In the end, all those emotions turned into a pent-up frustration with nowhere to go.

She faced the direction Zhao Linchuan had left, shook her little fist hard,