Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

While the grandmother was disgusted with her former son-in-law, she also held on to a glimmer of hope that his career would return to the right track and that he could take his daughter back to his previous carefree life.

Or what grandma thought, a carefree life.

In the past twenty years, Yang Yahui has lived in fear every day. Jian Shaobo always used the excuse that his family was poor and had no capital. He would either pawn her jewelry today or encourage her to mortgage the store tomorrow. Although they were all her own assets, Yang Yahui had to live in fear every day that the bank would seal up all the houses and shops at any time.

Twenty years of fear have turned into numbness, and Yang Yahui's nightmare is now in front of her eyes.

"Grandma." Jian Anran pushed Chai Fei away before turning around.

Grandma raised her head and said "Hmm". The breeze blew through her gray hair and blew the broken hair behind her ears in front of her face. Grandma took her hand out of the sink and shook it in the air twice. She subconsciously wanted to reach out to brush her hair, but her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and finally rubbed her temple hair with the back of her hand.

Jane Anran opened the door ajar, "We'll be back to see you soon."

Grandma didn't answer immediately. She just raised her head and squinted at Jian Anran, who had half of her face exposed outside the door. She nodded and said "Okay" obediently.

The grandmother who once took her on walks around the streets now looks like a child who is left to look after the house alone after her parents go out.

The certificate was obtained quickly, and the driver took them steadily back to the school, just avoiding the evening rush hour. The car had already entered the basement, and they heard the noise of traffic behind their ears.

The whole room was filled with lawyers sitting quietly. They could only hear the sound of books being turned and the sound of small conversations. It was as if they were back in the middle and high school classroom. In the inexplicably depressing atmosphere, no one even dared to take a breath.

"Ms. Yang!" The young lawyer at the door saw them first, and then all the lawyers in the room turned around.

Duan Lu, who was still on the phone on the balcony just now, immediately hung up the phone in his hand, turned around and walked quickly to the door, "Ms. Yang, classmate Jian, have you found the information you just mentioned this afternoon?"

Yang Yahui quickly put down the bag and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, there is everything. It's all here. It's packed well."

What she took out was a small square wooden box covered with red cloth. After untying the knot on the red cloth, the exquisite carved pear wood box inside came into view. The trainee lawyer behind could not help but "Wow." After a moment, he whispered: "It looks good."

The dowry list, Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo's wedding photos, Yang Yahui's graduation photos, her annual birthday photos, and even the hospital certificate when she was born. Grandma carefully treasured her life, using this most exquisite small box, and This nice piece of material was stored next to her bed.

Grandma didn't have the sensibility to take it out and look at it from time to time, but whenever she wanted to take it, it was always within reach.

After all, Duan Lu was battle-hardened and did not reveal any personal emotions. She immediately took the lists from Yang Yahui's hand and read them one by one.

"Okay, with these materials, we don't have any problems here at the moment. We will keep communicating with each other at any time about the specific progress." As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Lu immediately stood up and straightened the hem of her suit jacket. .

"Then we will withdraw first." The lawyers filed out, and Shen Huainan's flat floor became even more lonely and empty.

Jian Anran stood up and said, "Then let's..." As she said that, she pulled Yang Yahui.

"and many more!"

Shen Huainan blurted out, and his uncontrollable volume shocked the lawyer who was the last to leave.