"Jiang Zhilin, do you still remember... In January this year, did you cheat one million and a half million from a company called Heshi Stationery?"

Jiang Zhilin's expression instantly frozen.

Lan Silin said indifferently:

"The boss of that company is called An Yiwen. He is a rural person like you."

"He lived a very honest life like you in the first half of his life. He opened a stationery store opposite Hinaku High School and also set up a small stall to sell breakfast. His hand-catch cakes were delicious. He worked diligently for half his life and could not make much money. So much so that when the flu in the city ten years ago, his daughter had a high fever of 40 degrees, which was not cured and worsened into pneumonia. He begged all the neighbors and borrowed tens of thousands of yuan to see a doctor to save her daughter's life. The girl named Anhe City still has sequelae."

When he heard this, Jiang Zhilin's body trembled obviously.

"Later, An Yiwen caught up with the online store trend and made some money. He used this little money to open a stationery company and wanted to make the business bigger so that his wife and daughter could move out of the public rental house as soon as possible. He had no grand ideals in his life, but just wanted to make his family live without worries. It would be best to move to a city with better air to cure his daughter's pneumonia."

Speaking of this, Lan Silin smiled faintly:

"Actually, I always think that the name Anhe City is very strange and not very nice. But in fact, this name has been achieved very well. If you want your children to stand out and live a stable life hidden in the market, all the conflicting expectations for your children are placed on this name."

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Zhilin who was crying and said gently:

"Look, I just cheated some money. A small family is gone like this. Isn't it funny?"

Jiang Zhilin kept choking and sobbing. She crawled a few steps tremblingly, hugged Lan Silin's legs, her face full of twisted pain.

"I was wrong... I was wrong... I was wrong... You can give you any life... You can do whatever you want... But I beg you to return the money to me... I also have relatives at home... I also have parents, my father's legs are lame... My child is dead, I have nothing... I have them left..."

"Please...return the money to me..."

"Please...you can do whatever you want me to do...just return the money to me..."

Lan Silin sighed, raised her head and rubbed her face, as if the last bit of gentleness had been completely wiped out.

He squatted down slowly and said softly:

"Jiang Zhilin, why don't you understand anything? Why do you think I've told you so long and told you so many stories, why do you think?"

"Because Anhe City and I are friends and cannot stand these things, so I come to take revenge on you? Because I hate evil and am determined to be a public servant of the people who are the people who are the messengers of justice to solve social problems by using violence to combat violence? Or is it because I told you that I am Kuangyan Master and the ancestor of liars, so I want to educate you how to deceive people?"

He said slowly, word by word:

"All were wrong. It was wrong from the beginning."

Jiang Zhilin raised his head stiffly and slowly. She saw countless tenderness flowing in the eyebrows and eyes of the young man in front of her. When she blinked again, tears passed through her pupils. Her beautiful face twisted in the light, gradually becoming charming and ferocious, like Shura who really came from hell.

“I did so many things…”
Chapter completed!