I, Shen Yanqing, a gold medal lawyer, died suddenly at my desk at 996.
When I opened my eyes again, I entered a hodgepodge novel that combines sadomasochism, body doubles, and crematoriums.
Good news: I am the only daughter of the world's richest man, rich and free, and also the hero's aunt.
Bad news: My eldest nephew, the crazy male protagonist in the book, is illegally detaining the female protagonist; my nemesis, the paranoid second male protagonist in the book, is engaging in commercial terrorist attacks; and my biological father is acting as a love bodyguard for that bastard couple.
Seeing them busy, I silently opened the code.
Unlawful detention? Judgment!
Endangering public safety? Judgment!
Abusing power and covering up crimes? Get them all in!
Later, when I saw the empty mansion and the entire crew of villains stepping on sewing machines in prison, I smiled with satisfaction.
The male protagonist roared through the bars: "Shen Yanqing! You have no heart!"
I drank my coffee without raising my head and said, "Stop talking nonsense. You are suspected of threatening the victim and your sentence will be extended by one year."
I don't engage in house fighting or scheming. I just want to see you in court.
