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"Check what? What deposit do you want? " The landlady arrogantly kicked Qin Youle's luggage. She looked domineering and unreasonable.

Qin Youle raised his head, stared at the landlady, and sternly warned, "landlady, I remind you that your behavior is illegal now."

"Illegal?" The landlord stretched his neck, raised his head, smiled, pinched his waist, looked arrogant and bullied people, "I tell you, my son is a lawyer. You sue me? Can you win? Don't be ignorant of good or bad. If you make me angry, my son will sue you for hurting me. You just wait to go to jail! Why are you so young? Hurry up and don't get in my way here. Ouch, my chest hurts with anger. "

"You!" Qin Youle was stunned by the cheekiness of the landlady.

"You're the most brazen man I've ever seen. You're really knowledgeable." Pop. Pop. The sound of slapping echoed in the corridor. Song Tingchen's cold voice sounded like God on the stairs.

He came up step by step with his slender legs, and the whole popularity field was full.

The landlady stepped back and staggered. She felt a little guilty.

"You, you, who are you?" The landlady looked at Song Tingchen and yelled, but she was not confident enough and spoke stutteringly.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you just know that I have a whole team of lawyers. If you don't return the young lady's deposit to him, I'll ask my lawyer team to keep an eye on your son. I promise he will lose the lawsuit again and again within a year. At that time, I'm afraid your son's future will be ruined. " Song Tingchen's tone was faint, but it was so cold that people felt that the whole hands and feet would freeze and the whole person would suffocate.

"Who are you? You're trying to fool me?! You ruin my son's future when you say you ruin my son's future? My son is a barrister. Don't fool me! " The landlady bit her lips, forked her waist, her chest rose and fell, hardened her scalp and bullish to the end.

"Believe it or not, you can bet. Bet on your son's future all his life. " Song Tingchen looked at the landlord with a sneer, then stretched his palm over Qin Youle's shoulder, looked at her with a smile and said, "go."

He turned his head and looked at the landlord's lips and outlined a beautiful arc, but it made people feel extremely cold and evil: "at that time, I think your son, as a lawyer, can't even win a lawsuit. It's really interesting to be a barrister with a winning rate of zero."

When song Tingchen finished, he smiled and turned around to take Qin Youle's shoulder to leave.

"You wait." The landlady suddenly called them, "I'm unlucky. I'll give you the money as a god of plague."

The landlady took out the money and was about to throw it to Qin Youle. But when he saw song Tingchen's cold and frightening eyes, he shrunk his hand and handed it to Qin Youle in good order.

Song Tingchen looked at the landlady and sneered: "pay attention to your attitude. In addition, you also need to compensate for the lady's luggage according to the price."

"Don't go too far!" The landlady was so distressed about money that she couldn't help shouting.

Song Tingchen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the landlord's wife coldly hanging her lips: "then we can only --"

"All right! Here you are! " The landlady took out the money again, compensated for everything, and then returned to her house like the wind.

With a bang, the landlady closed the door, as if she had been greatly frightened.