"This child, despite having food at home, insists on ordering takeout. Not only is it a waste of money, but the takeout isn't even clean. Every day, all he knows is to play with his phone. What's so interesting about that lousy phone...?"
Yao Cuilan grumbled as she walked towards the door. When she opened the door, she instinctively reached for the takeout, only to see two middle-aged men in suits and ties.
The two men carried briefcases, were impeccably dressed and groomed, both wearing glasses. They looked scholarly and refined.
Yao Cuilan frowned slightly, "Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm Zhang Shoujin from Chenlang Law Firm, and this is my colleague."
"You must have the wrong house. We don't know any lawyers, nor do we need one."
Yao Cuilan said as she was about to close the door.
"Are you Yao Cuilan, Ms. Yao?"
The lawyer, who claimed to be Zhang Shoujin, asked.
The door was half-closed when Yao Cuilan's hand paused, and she took a closer look at them, "What is it?"