"Miss Ye," Lin Yihang looked genteel and graceful, the boyish features replaced by a mature and steady composure, adding a sense of depth and dignity.
Ye Yan gave him a nod in response.
As the plaintiff's attorney, she didn't want to get too entangled with him lest it affected the lawsuit.
"How much money do you want, Miss Ye?"
"What?" Ye Yan looked at him, not understanding.
Lin Yihang's face was full of mockery, his eyes resembled those of someone looking at a streetwalker scouting for clients: "How much do you need to be bought off? Name your price."
Ye Yan only felt a buzzing in her head.
The figure before her just couldn't overlap with the boyish image of the past.
Despite the years, she still remembered how the boy had run past her during PE class, slipping a lollipop stealthily into her pocket.
Written on the lollipop wrapper was a line of small text: A lollipop for Ye Yan.
That wrapper she had once carefully tucked between the pages of a book.
