"Mo Xingyuan, do you and Shen Zhiyue really have to be so ruthless?" Mu Zhenzhen's eyes were red as she stared ahead, the depths of her gaze filled with profound despair, "No lawyer is willing to take on my parents' case, I've been to every law firm, no one is there..."
The voice of the girl was low and hoarse, with a crying tone. Even without looking, Mo Xingyuan knew how pitiful her expression was at that moment.
He still turned his gaze toward her. The frail girl looked unfocused into the distance as if she was a child who was abandoned and lost without any direction.
His chest felt like it was being tightly squeezed by someone, so tight that he could barely breathe. Mo Xingyuan took a deep breath and fiercely said, "Mu Zhenzhen, why can't you appreciate what's good for you?"
