"I am compensating for Chi Wei's willfulness. You should know your duty."
Yan Tengyi lit an expensive cigar and looked at me condescendingly
"Don't use your own wealth to trample on other people's self-esteem." I suppressed my anger and pushed the check back.
Money? What a realistic word. Every human life in the world is not fought for this word!
Just, should we superimpose meaning in front of this word?
"Aren't people like you living a shameful life just for money? I believe you know your own weight. I tolerate Chi Wei, but you must also recognize yourself."
Yan Tengyi's words were sarcastic. He exhaled smoke sarcastically while throwing out a document bag from under the table.
The brown document bag was slapped in front of me. Looking at the thick paper bag in front of me, I seemed to open the buckle.
The first thing that caught my eye was a somewhat old newspaper.
"The mysterious disappearance of a blue-eyed baby girl from St. Mary's Orphanage"
An old-fashioned headline shocked my nerves, and I tremblingly opened more pieces of paper mixed with the newspaper.
"Han Yin, female, detained for selling sex"
"Big car accident on elevated line, 20 people died"
Looking at the naked newspapers, my whole body was shaking so much that I was almost paralyzed.
Tears seem to be uncontrollable, like a reservoir that has opened its gates, and the bitter liquid stains the sides of the face
"I have blocked all of these, so..."
"I'm not...not...mother, she...isn't like this,...my father is...not dead either, he is not...every...every sunny day...he is there...he is not dead...not..."
I was like a crazy little beast, frantically tearing at the newspaper with the eye-catching title
(“What we are seeing now is the scene of a major car accident on the An-8 High Line,
The police have now determined that 19 unfortunate people were killed on the spot.
And the Dior car in the middle of these three collisions was even more unrecognizable.
The owner of the car also died on the spot, his body was so compressed that he could no longer see the human model.”
In that messy living room, the woman with wavy curly hair curled up in a dark corner in an awkward manner.
"Mom, don't cry...Mom"
The girl covered in blood hugged the sobbing woman with her petite arms, her back covered with broken glass filled with red blood.
She bit her lip tightly and used her childish strength to comfort the woman
Soon, the sound coming from the TV in the hall, which was showing the scene of a big car accident, completely numbed her heart.)