"Sir, I'm so grateful to you! Really, truly grateful! I... I'm so... sorry, you are the first person willing to take on the commission!" Jennifer extended her hand excitedly, trying to grasp the man's hand before her.
But she hesitated. In order to gather enough money, she had been picking up trash and even worked in illegal factories, so her hands were dirty and her nails were caked with grime.
She dared not reach out her hand, fearing her dirty hands would sully the other's suit, which looked quite expensive.
"Miss Jennifer, you don't need to do this, I will certainly seek justice for your daughter and the countless other victims," Zhu Guangming said earnestly as he took Jennifer's hand.
Jennifer was so moved she couldn't speak. For her daughter, who had suffered the tortures of Hell since she was young, she had refused jobs and compensation from influential people, choosing to seek justice on her own.
