Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

It’s the seventh day that Wen Rong is trapped in the police station.

The news that the lawyer applied for bail was widely spread, and public opinion on the Internet was in an uproar. The opinions joining the discussion became more and more diverse. Amidst the various opinions, this overly long piece of news lost some of its vitality. Some people began to be too lazy to continue caring about this matter and left impatient remarks.

-That's enough, it's as long and smelly as a foot binding cloth, let's make it a hot topic after the verdict.

……

This is the effect that lawyer Wen Rongfang wants to achieve, and it is also the direction their public relations team has been working towards.

Someone in Xingfei who had been working continuously for a long time was drinking coffee to prolong his life, while preparing to report the public opinion situation of the day to Wen Can as usual.

But the call didn't go through.

It was clearly a work phone that could be used to make calls at any time, but it was turned off.

The man was stunned, holding up his phone and turning to look out the window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the boundless sky and city outside. The clouds were tinged with gold, and the faint light was also painted on the glass.

"Why is the sun setting again?"

He stared at the cloud for a moment, then retracted his gaze and swept across the messy table, finally stopping on a photo.

It was a group photo, showing a woman bending over and two young boys, one tall and one short, standing beside her.

The setting sun was falling above, so one could only see the woman's bright smile, while the upper half of her face and the tall boy were submerged in the reflection.

"I always feel that time flies by very fast recently - don't you think so, Mr. Chi?"

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A black sedan with a low-key logo and license plate drove out of the city, along a sparsely populated highway, and arrived at an abandoned factory in the deepening sunset.

The car rolled over the overgrown weeds and came to a stop on the cracked ground covered with gravel and dust.

Wen Can got out of the car and looked up at the dilapidated and deserted factory in front of him.

Secretary Fei got out of the car behind him, approached him and whispered, "Really? We don't need to call the police? If we catch him, we can give Wen Rong a chance anyway..."

"No need." Wen Can interrupted him, "You wait in the car."

"……Yes."

Watching Wen Can's back as he walked into the factory area, Secretary Fei had no choice but to return to the car.

·

If Ye Kong were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that this was the place she and Wen Can had been to together.

She painted a portrait of Wen Can here, heard some stories about Chi Wandao, and then on the way back to the city, she was blocked by Du Ruowei...

Come to think of it, it seems like it was a long time ago.

Wen Can hasn't set foot here for a long time.

The dust on the ground had obviously become several layers thicker.

He walked up the railingless stairs step by step, followed another pair of footprints around several abandoned workshops, and finally came to the place where Ye Kong painted a portrait for him.

There was an entire empty space in front of him where the wall was missing. The evening wind and sunset blew in from there, and seeped into his eyes along the dust and debris on the ground.

Along with all these, there is also a tall and thin figure.

He was wearing a black suit and had hair down to his neck. He was staring out of the cave entrance in a daze and did not turn back even when he heard the footsteps.

Wen Can stopped a few meters behind him and spoke after a moment: "Are you looking for me?"

Although it is a question, the tone is declarative.

The man still didn't turn around, and answered in a dreamy tone: "You didn't bring the police with you."

"You asked me out without knowing it?"

"That's not the case. I do know a little about you." The man paused, as if he had experienced a spiritual awakening, and then slowly turned his head to glance at him, "But I'm a little curious. If you didn't bring the police, did you bring a moving enough speech to convince me to turn myself in and add fuel to the sentence for your father?"

"Will you believe me if I say no?"

"…Then I don't know. This is all I know about you."

The man turned around with his hands in his pockets.

The straight black suit was outlined by the setting sun, becoming even darker, and even the pale face looked creepy.

He raised his head slightly and looked directly into Wen Can's eyes, without a smile on his face: "Long time no see, Wen Can."

"Didn't we just meet at the board meeting? It hasn't been a few days."

"How can you say that? I'm a very confident actor. I put my heart and soul into every role I play. You're negating my efforts by saying that."

If he had wine in his hand, he would have raised his glass to Wen Can. Even though the environment was so dilapidated and desolate, he still had an inappropriate elegance and reserve: "The one you met at that time was Wen Rong's dog-headed military advisor, but the one you are meeting now is Chi Wandao's best student, and he can be considered your fellow apprentice."

The man, Chen Rong, smiled at Wen Can: "We haven't seen each other for three years - is You Fan okay?"

"If you want to know, just contact me yourself." Wen Can was already a little impatient, "Are you looking for me today just to reminisce about the past?"

"How could that be? If it was You Fan who came, I could still catch up with him, but what can I and you have to catch up on? If I have to talk..." He paused, "Only the teacher can talk."

"..."

Chen Rong raised his head and smiled, his thin lips on his pale face stretched out in a smile that was so bright that it was weird: "Then let's talk about the teacher - Wen Can, are you going to let Wen Rong go? Are you going to let your biological father go?"

"……How can it be?"

"Really?" After getting to the point without warning, Chen Rong naturally raised his phone and waved it, "They have already applied for bail pending trial."

"It won't succeed - even if it does, it could be taken back at any time due to the progress of the evidence. When the second application for mental evaluation is made, combined with other evidence, he will definitely be sentenced to death."

"Really? Are you so sure?" Chen Rong took the phone back into his palm and walked towards him. "It seems that your legal team has studied it many times?"

"of course."

"Then... when will he be sentenced to death? After being sentenced to death, will there be a reprieve? If so, how long will the reprieve be?"

“There will be no reprieve.”

"You know now?" Chen Rong walked around him and stopped behind him. "How do you know everything... Did you also know that Wen Rong would launch such a fierce and complete resistance? Oh no, it's not him, it's Wen Shengtian, your grandfather... Did you expect that the old man who didn't care about anything at first would suddenly burst out with unprecedented fatherly love when he was about to die and protect your biological father?"

"..."