Qiao Yu hid his hands in his coat pockets and leaned back on the chair, "How can I judge whether what you said this time is true or false?"
He shook his head: "You have the freedom to refuse."
"I didn't."
"What?" He was puzzled.
She stared at the ashtray at the foot of the table. It turned out that the cigarette had not been completely extinguished, and there were still a few sparks left. I am lonely, trying to burst out a fire that can start a prairie fire.
"I mean, Mr. Kou won't treat me badly. Isn't he?"
"Of course." He sneered, as if it was expected, mocking that no one can resist the power of money.
After stating the basic facts, Qiao Yu finally had to ask: "With all due respect, with your family background, why do you need to use judicial means to resolve the trouble?"
His brows trembled slightly, and he asked her with squinted eyes: "Background? Family background?"
"Although I have not been in the legal profession for a long time, I have heard about the Kou family. Don't be surprised, Mr. Kou. Everything in the world is for profit. Since I have sincerely cooperated with you, I naturally don't care whether you are black or white; besides, I, Qiao Yu, am not a good person. But you, Mr. Kou, if you really believe in me, I hope you can be honest; if not, I can leave at any time. Now it is your turn to exercise your freedom."
He took out a cigarette from the box and held it between his right thumb and index finger, turning it repeatedly as if he was considering whether to light it.
These words should have been unexpected by him.