"Hehe, don't get excited, young man. Have some water first. I suppose your story is going to be quite long!" Liu Fugui pointed at the teacup on the table, speaking kindly.
The young man nodded, took a sip, and wiped his lips before starting his story: "Not long after I was born, my father died from a sudden stroke, and on my 18th birthday, my mother unfortunately perished in a car accident. After that, I survived for a while thanks to the charity of my neighbors. When the final court judgment came, the perpetrator..."
His voice paused as the young man's shoulders shook.
"What about the perpetrator?"
"He got away with just paying 30,000 bucks!"
Understanding the situation, Liu Fugui timely patted the young man's shoulder and sighed, "This judgment is a miscarriage of justice."
