The day I was imprisoned, I was labeled a "scammer" for the rest of my life.
The mother was furious and the family was ruined. But the man who ruined me is still shining brightly, sitting firmly in the clouds.
During my three years in prison, I became a mentor to the top financial criminals and learned to fight from the toughest boxers. The hatred that eroded my bones was sharpened into an invisible knife by me.
After I was released from prison, I changed my name and became the most effective assistant in his company.
He appreciates my ability, but he doesn't know that the web I have spun is tightening his throat inch by inch.
Until the childhood sweetheart who had become the captain of the criminal police cornered me in the corner with red eyes: "Lin Wan, stop it... Don't let me catch you with my own hands again."
I smiled and pushed him away, just like I pushed away the crying me thirteen years ago.
This time, between the judge's bench and the dock, I always want him to have a taste of which side he is on, which is called despair.
