"No one can drive you." Yi Jinli said with great certainty, "You should raise your fingers first, otherwise, do you think that when you go to work now, these hands can really lift things and sweep the floor?"

Ling Yiran lowered her head and was silent. Her hands were indeed unable to do anything.

"First take care of your hands, and you can do whatever you want." Yi Jinli said, as if he was thinking of something, "Are you going to meet Qin Lianyi tonight? Why not change your life and wait until the injury on your hands is better before talking about it."

If someone familiar with Yi Jinli, he would probably be shocked when he heard such words.

The man who is most unfathomable in Shenzhen City has never been worried about the injury on a woman's hand.

If it were someone else, I was afraid that it would be covered in blood and I would stand in front of him in one breath, which would not arouse his concern at all.

"I must go." Ling Yiran replied affirmatively, "Liangyi seems to have news about the witness of my case. I want to meet her to figure out what's going on."

When she said this, she didn't notice that his face changed slightly, and his hands that had fallen to her side tightened slightly.

"Is there any witness news?"

"Yes." She nodded, "But for the specific one, you have to ask Lianyi before you can understand it." Ling Yiran said.

"Are you planning to find clues to overturn the case by yourself?" he asked, raised his hand and plucked a strand of hair on her cheek. "I said at the beginning that I can help you overturn the case. You don't need to cover such a big circle, and there may not be any results in the end."

"But you can't really help me find the real murderer of this car accident, right? You can't help me figure out who caused me to bear this crime. You just want to use the suspicion of being innocent and help me get rid of the crime. But in this way, even if I have no guilt on me, others will still think that I am the murderer when I look at me."

"Is other people's vision that important?" Yi Jinli frowned.

Ling Yiran smiled bitterly, "If it's something else, I can't care about other people's eyes, but this charge... I want to give myself the truth and let others know that I'm not the murderer!"

When others don’t want others to mention her mother, they will only say that her mother gave birth to a daughter who killed others.

She had experienced the depth of verbal violence back then.

Yi Jinli looked at Ling Yiran deeply, and suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, when you want me to help you overturn the verdict, you can tell me."

But there was a deep feeling in his eyes.

One afternoon, Ling Yiran was carefully dealing with the album and took out the photos inside one by one.

Even the half-destroyed photo was carefully taken out.

It was just because she was still wrapped in gauze and had to take photos like taking photos. Naturally, it would be particularly difficult.

"I'll do it." Yi Jinli said, with slender fingers, helping her take out the photo. Unlike her clumsy movements just now, his photo action looked agile and elegant, making people feel pleasing to the eye.

But at this moment, Ling still had no intention of appreciating this pleasing feeling. All her attention was just staring at each taken out photo and observing the degree of burning of the photo.

Yi Jinli was taking photos one by one, which was equivalent to looking at the memories of Ling Yiran and her mother through these photos.
Chapter completed!