“I won’t go. I’m pregnant and my brother won’t let me go.” Feng Nanshu was a little proud.
Chu Siqi’s fingers trembled and she raised her head in disbelief: “Aren’t you good friends?”
“My brother said the same thing, but I’m still pregnant.”
Jiang Qin was walking along the bridge at this time. When he saw Wang Huiru and Chu Siqi, he was stunned: “Why are you here too?”
Wang Huiru said: “Our law firm is here for team building on the 11th. I didn’t expect to meet him by such a coincidence.”
“Oh, you went for internship, right?”
“Yes, let me introduce to you. This is our senior sister, who is now a practicing lawyer.”
Zuo Yuan immediately stretched out her hands: “Mr. Jiang, it’s an honor to meet you.”
Feng Nanshu pointed at Zuo Yuan: “She is a good person.”
Jiang Qin glanced at Zuo Yuan: “Did she make you happy?”
Feng Nanshu nodded: “She called me Mrs. Jiang.”
“Mr. Jiang, this is my business card. Speaking of which, we are quite destined. I am responsible for the case in which Joy City merchants collectively sued Joy City for compensation for decoration costs.”
“What a coincidence? Is there a high probability of winning the case?”
Zuo Yuan pursed her lips and shook her head: “To be honest, it’s not big. Feng Group is a big company after all. Otherwise, this case would not be assigned to someone with little experience like me to follow up.”
Jiang Qin reached out and took out a business card from his pocket: “Help those merchants win their money back, no matter the cost, I will pay for it. It’s a personal grudge against Joy City. I don’t want to implicate too many innocent people. It’s up to you.” Come take charge.”
Zuo Yuan’s eyes widened in an instant, and she almost screamed out “Fuck!” She helped the law firm get in touch with enterprises such as group-joining companies!
Feng Nanshu glanced at Jiang Qin and said to herself, “My husband is going to beat my father again.”
Jiang Qin looked at Feng Nanshu: “Why didn’t you ask me why I came back so late?”
“Brother, why are you back so late?”
“I bought something good.”
Jiang Qin dug into his pocket twice and took out a pair of handmade tiger-head shoes: “Look, aren’t they cute?”
“cute.”
Feng Nanshu was very considerate, and then looked at the three people sitting opposite: “My brother is a bit naive, don’t laugh at him.”
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