She was in a daze when she suddenly saw Mo Boting coming out of the office and throwing a stack of files on her desk: "I'll leave this case to you."
The sun is out in the west? Is the old pervert willing to give her a case?
Before she could open the file, she heard sympathetic comments from the brothers and sisters next to her.
"What the master gave her was probably the case in the Imperial Palace."
"It's so pitiful that a hot potato that no one else is willing to pick up was thrown to her."
"Who told her to offend the master? Just wish yourself well."
The scattered discussions made Yan Liang even more curious. This was the first case she had taken on, and Yan Liang had already made up her mind that no matter how difficult it was, she would face it.
She sat at her desk, watching the night fall from sunset, and her newly ignited ambition gradually extinguished and completely cooled down.
In the past few days, newspapers have been reporting on the death of a drug-addicted girl in the bathroom of the Imperial Palace. Because the girl was only 16 years old, it aroused widespread concern in the society, and many condemned the need to severely punish the person in charge of the Imperial Palace. This
The case was handed over to Mo Law Firm.
The people in Jiangcheng all know that the Imperial Palace is a top sales treasury, with dignitaries and dignitaries gathered in it. The operator must also have a strong background, and I heard that he has some underworld background. It is naturally unrealistic to bring them down, and it may even get into trouble.
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Mobotin had no hope of winning the case, so he gave up to Yan Liang.
The phone on the desk rang suddenly, startling Yan Liang, and then she noticed that she was the only one left in the huge office.
After answering the phone, my mother-in-law scolded me: "What did you do? You didn't come to pick up Chengcheng so late? Do you not want your daughter anymore?"
Yan Liang apologized repeatedly. He was so absorbed in watching the case that he even forgot about his daughter.
I packed up in a hurry and took the bus to Xia Tian's parents' house. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard Xia's mother complaining: "I think these oranges are getting longer and less like summer."
Xia's father was impatient: "What do you want to say again? Isn't it just because Chengcheng is a girl and not a grandson? It doesn't matter what age it is now. Grandchildren feel the same pain."
"Aren't I afraid that I have raised a wild girl for others for three years in vain? I heard from Xia Tian... Yan Liang was no longer a virgin when she married him..."
Standing outside the door, Yan Liang felt a prick in his heart. He bit his lip hard and coughed twice.
The conversation in the room quickly stopped, and Yan Liang tried his best to smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm here to pick up Chengcheng."
Xia's father was kind enough: "Are you working overtime so late? Why don't you and Chengcheng finish eating here and then go back?"
"No. No one at home cooks, and we haven't eaten yet in the summer."
Father Xia didn't keep her anymore, but Mother Xia sharply noticed a new bag in Yan Liang's hand: "Yan Liang, when did you buy a new bag? I've heard of this brand, called Aishema.
Right, it’s expensive... Yanliang, it’s not that Mom is stingy, it’s not easy for us to make some money in the summer, and we have to support our wife and children, so you can’t always spend his money like this?”
Yan Liang had a look on his face. Xia Tian had already resigned at home and earned some cigarette money by occasionally writing articles for magazines. Then someone had to accept his articles, otherwise he would get nothing for a whole month. The fact is that Yan Liang is now alone.
The salary supports a family of three.
Last week, there was a college class reunion, and Yan Liang and Xia Tian were invited together. Xia Xia said: You are a lawyer, you are so messed up, you don't even have a decent bag in your hand, how can you have the nerve to attend.