Chapter 51 Being beaten is not enough - "Rebirth 2000: I broke the agreement and became rich"

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There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second.

Lin Chuan clutched the phone and lowered his voice by half a degree: "Is the injury serious?"

"It's not serious. The back of my hand is a little scratched. There are no other major problems." Chen Zhiyu said with obvious embarrassment in his tone, "But the other party's parents are already here and they are quite excited. The teachers in the department are also here. I think it's better to ask you to come over."

"Where is the person?"

"Second floor of the administration building, counselor's office."

"We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Lin Chuan hung up the phone and did not go downstairs directly.

He first dialed Ye Zhiqiu's number.

Answered as soon as it rang.Ye Zhiqiu was still at the company at this point, and the sound of the keyboard could be heard on the other end of the phone.

"Zhiqiu, who is in the legal department?"

"Lawyer Zhao is working overtime today and hasn't left yet."

"Take him with you and wait for me downstairs in five minutes."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask why, just answered and hung up.

Lin Chuan stood up from the chair, picked up his coat, stopped for a step when he walked to the door, turned over the entrepreneur nomination materials on the table and clasped them on the table.

There is only one thought in my mind——

Xiaoran was bullied at school.

Who the hell touched it.

When the elevator door opened, Ye Zhiqiu was already standing in the lobby on the first floor.She changed into a pair of flat shoes and carried a briefcase in her hand. Next to her stood lawyer Zhao, who was in his early thirties, wearing a suit and tie, holding a black folder and a pen in his hand.

When the two people saw Lin Chuan coming out, they said in unison: "Mr. Lin."

"Get in the car".

When the car started, Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Lin Chuan in the rearview mirror.His face was stern, his jawline was tight, and his eyes were looking straight ahead.

After following Lin Chuan for so long, this was the first time she saw his expression.

The car was quiet for most of the journey. When he was approaching the gate of the Finance School, Lin Chuan spoke. His voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

"My sister got into a fight with someone at school. Let's figure it out first when we get there."

Ye Zhiqiu paused with his fingers, then nodded. Lawyer Zhao opened the folder and prepared the blank pages.

On the second floor of the administration building, the door to the counselor's office was ajar, and the sounds inside could be heard across the corridor.

A middle-aged woman's voice was high-pitched and loud, as if the quarrel had been going on for a long time and had not subsided: "My daughter's face is swollen! Her nose is still bleeding! Is this how your school controls students?"

Chen Zhiyu's voice was caught in the middle, his tone was restrained but obviously a little tired: "Parents, we are understanding the situation, please sit down first -"

"Why sit down? My daughter was beaten like this, and you want me to sit down and wait?"

The moment Lin Chuan opened the door, all the sounds in the room stopped at the same time.

Not because of him alone.

It's because there are two people following him.

Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a black professional suit, his hair was neatly tied, and he was holding a briefcase in his hand. He glanced at the faces of everyone in the room and stood half a step behind Lin Chuan's right.

Lawyer Zhao was quieter. He found a chair by the door and sat down. He opened the folder and placed the tip of his pen on the paper, as if he was ready to record something at any time.

This battle doesn't look like they are here to pick up a child.

The people in the room were obviously stunned for a moment.

Chen Zhiyu was sitting behind his desk, with a young teacher from the department beside him.

Sitting on the sofa opposite was a middle-aged woman with wavy perm, bright red nails, heavy makeup, drooped corners of her mouth, and an expression on her face that said, "My daughter has suffered a huge loss."

There was a girl sitting next to her, about the same age as Lin Xiaoran, with a purple circle around her right eye, a tissue stuffed in her nostrils, and her mouth was still pouted, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Lin Chuan's eyes did not stop on them.

He looked around the corner.

Lin Xiaoran was sitting on the chair closest to the wall. Her hair was a little disheveled and the cuffs of her school uniform were wrinkled.

There were two red scratches on the back of her right hand. They were not deep, but they looked glaring.

Her eyes were slightly red, not because she was crying, but because she was angry.

When she saw Lin Chuan coming in, her lips moved.

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