Everyone in the hall tensed their nerves, and the audience gathered at the front of the stage, craning their necks to watch an asymmetrical debate. Zijun and I entered through the side door on the right. Ling Bo and Madoka stood in the center of the stage in the hall, while more than a dozen big men below were "arguing" at them like a river. Tell her that she must hand over her property. Because she no longer has any reason to inherit the property, even if she says she has a fiancé. Her father sat at the round table on the left side of the stage, sipping wine and admiring his daughter's embarrassment on the stage, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Bo was silent, her eyes only looking ahead, regardless of the sound of the underground waves. They scolded her for being a shameless woman who pretended to be her husband in order to inherit property. A woman's proper conduct is gone. They wanted to make Limbo's defense collapse. They did, and the voice stabbed into Limbo's chest like a knife, and she cried. But she didn't bow her head, she still held her head up and her chest high, and remained silent. But I knew that the soul in that body was melting little by little, and she wouldn't be able to last long.

Her father smiled as he watched the scene in front of him, turned his glass around, and smiled even more proudly.

On the stage, only the hoarse response of Xiaoyuan was drowned out in the fierce debate.

"It's a shame, a dozen big men bullying two little girls. "I'm ready to go out

Zijun stopped me: "You rushed out like this, and someone stopped you before you reached the halfway." You follow me, and I'll take you up. "I was right to let her come.

I bowed my head and followed behind Zijun, and people were always friendly to make way for her. Her flexible communicative language and unrivalled appearance always create a wonderful chemistry around her, pulling the world into her realm of control. Soon we were crowded to the front of the stage.

The smooth mahogany floor of the stage reflected two poor bodies clinging to each other, like a doomsday judgment. Ling Bo no longer raised her head and chest, her waist gradually bent, her head sinking to her chest, her hands at a loss. She was on the verge of collapse. Madoka no longer argued, and she was hoarse, and she only had the last bit of strength left to appease her friend.

Her father finally stood up, turned the goblet in his hand, and smiled like a loving father.

"Limbo, Daddy knows you love your grandpa. Daddy loves it too. But this property was not yours. How can a son inherit property without inheritance, and a granddaughter inherits it first. Besides, Dad inherited the property, and it wasn't yours in the end. Limbo, good, signed the contract, you think about it, Dad will always die before you. ”

Her father's eyes narrowed into a line and he smiled like an old fox.

Madoka glared at him fiercely. But he frightened him, and the wine in his hand spilled on his trouser leg, and he screamed.

"Security, throw this stinky girl out. What about people, come on. ”

As soon as she said that, three security guards hurriedly ran in from the side door, grabbed Xiaoyuan's arm roughly, and wanted to twist her out.

"Get out of here!" Madoka yelled. He shook off the security guard's hand and glared at them, as if his eyes were about to jump out of his sockets.

"The chairman hasn't been gone for a few days, and you have rebelled!"

The security guards trembled and hung their hands, not daring to speak. The pleading looked at the man who ordered them to arrest them.

The underground stage was silent.

"Look at what I'm doing, I told you to throw this woman out, are you deaf," he roared, his voice echoing through the hall like a plea of defeat.

The security guard went to grab Madoka's hand again, she struggled, after all, she was a girl, and she couldn't move after struggling a few times. Hands are twisted behind his back. There was a boo from the audience, and three big men bullied a girl.

Limbo's fists clenched tighter and tighter, his body trembling like a volcano about to erupt.

"Let Madoka go, otherwise you'll never think I'll sign the contract. She yelled at her father, her eyes filled with doubt, anger and despair.

He didn't expect his gentle daughter to threaten him. was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the security guard and let go, and asked someone to come over with the contract.

I wanted to rush forward, but Zijun grabbed me.

"Let go of me, I'm going to beat up that bastard. I asked.

"I suddenly thought of a solution"

"When is it?" I was a little anxious.

She pointed to my ear: "No matter how anxious it is, I can't rush for a while, I'll go find the electric switch and turn off the light." You take advantage of the chaos to save people. ”

"Well, okay, but you have to hurry. ”

She pouted, probably angry at the tone I spoke to her.

I watched as they placed the contract on the table, and Limbo sat upright in his chair. The hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, the hair was scattered around the waist, and the body was getting thinner. The crowd gathered around the round table, reporters held up their cameras, and flashes blared. To witness the most shameless moment in history.

Madoka was surrounded by the crowd, tears in her eyes, she was exhausted, her voice hoarse, and she knelt on the ground and pleaded. Madoka is finally crushed by reality and begs for mercy.

I squeezed to the periphery of the crowd and looked up at the light overhead, just waiting for it to go out.

Ling Bo was like the last leaf in late autumn, she knew that she would wither sooner or later, and when the autumn wind came, she would wither without hesitation. It can't be now. She has her final mission. I could see her stoic back through the cracks in the crowd, and I felt the hardships and pain of her mission.

She can't bear to destroy the business empire created by her grandfather. She couldn't bear to have a family ruined, she hated that person, but he was her father. Now at the age of seventeen, she has to endure all this. I suddenly marveled at her greatness, my insignificance. I'm the same age as her, but she's already bearing the weight of the whole world's life. It was like a petal floating in the wind.

After the signing, Ling Bo leaned on the table and wept sadly. No one comforts, no one pity. The crowd of onlookers cast a few pitiful glances. But now she's not the main character. Her father held up the contract in his hand, showing off in front of the camera's camera that he would inherit a business empire. He was no longer a slave, he became the master of his world.