Xie Lin has been a lawyer for eight years. He takes on all kinds of cases and never shows emotion. This time the client died, the heir lost contact, and the inheritance was an ice and snow club that was about to close down. He originally planned to go through the process and call it a day.
Then he found Nie Shuangxu.
Nineteen years old, a former figure skating genius, retired due to a serious left knee injury. He lived alone in the locker room of the ice rink, worked during the day, and used the mall venue to skate for two hours late at night. Xie Lin told him that your father left the ice rink to you. Nie Shuangxu wiped his skates without raising his head: I don't want it.
Xie Lin should stop here. But he didn't.
He moved into the club dormitory, advanced his own money to pay wages, learned how to sharpen knives by pouring ice on them, and fended off waves of debt collectors for Nie Shuangxu. People around him thought he was crazy. Xie Lin couldn't explain the reason - he just looked at the man wearing a bandage and stepping on the ice, and felt that he shouldn't be left alone.
It took Nie Shuangxu a longer time to believe that this person would not leave.
Intention: stick to
