"In my view, nothing is impossible, Miss Che. Don't you want to seek justice for your lost daughter?" Qin Shaojin's gaze fixed on Che Huan, captivated.
Thinking of her child, Che Huan bit down hard on her lower lip. It wasn't that she didn't want to seek justice for her daughter; she simply didn't have the strength!
If she were alone, she could fight Gu Jizhou to the bitter end, but she had her uncle and the others to consider; she could not drag them down with her.
After looking for a while, Qin Shaojin said softly, "If you don't want his money, you could set up a foundation when this is over, such as one to help lost children, or simply donate it. If you want to play the saint, I might lose interest in this case, I'm sorry. You'll need to find someone more capable."
"..."
Che Huan was at a loss for words. She had no objection to claiming a 100% chance of victory and indeed intended to donate the legal fees she paid to Qin Shaojin afterward.
