1755: This Woman Was Quite Surprising

This Woman Was Quite Surprising

An Lan smiled, and her high heels approached step by step, "People who do business in restaurants don't stop charging for food just because their customers are poor. People who sell skincare products don't refund their customers just because their products are ineffective to their customers. Teachers don't stop charging for make-up lessons just because their students' grades don't improve. No one else has done it, so why do you insist on putting this kind of blame on me? When you criticize others, think about yourself first. This is a moral kidnapping."1

"Do you think that moral kidnapping is not a crime? Heh, when moral kidnapping causes physical and psychological harm to a person, that's a crime. With your actions, you destroyed my car with a knife in your hand. I can totally sue you for excessive behavior, and even have the subjective intention to hurt me. People like you are very dangerous, and it's very easy to send you to a mental hospital."

An Lan's tone became softer and softer, but the more she spoke, the colder it became.

The woman was so frightened that the knife in her hand fell onto the ground.

Before this, didn't she say that she was destroying private finances? How did it turn into a conscious attack, and she even had to be sent to a mental hospital.

An Lan's red lips curved slightly, suddenly, she said to the crowd that was filming the video, "Oh right, if there are any bystanders who have been kidnapped by morality, they can come to me anytime for a lawsuit. Coincidentally, I recently lost Chen Juan Qi's lawsuit and my results aren't very good, so I can give you a half discount. Even though I lost this time, you can look at my past performance. It's impossible to win every case, all lawyers are the same."

The conversation changed, and everyone was stunned. Even Xu Baohan was speechless. This woman... was actually in the mood to advertise for herself at such time?

The young man who recorded the video, his mouth was wide open and was embarrassed.

An Lan looked at him with a smile and continued, "But this time, I can kindly remind you that circulating a video or photo without the consent of the person involved is an immoral act that violates the privacy of others.

You can also get sued. I originally planned to sue you. This way, you will be detained for more than five days and more than ten days, and you will also be fined 500 yuan. But now, I agree to let you upload the video. Although you have avoided the risk of going to jail this time, you should be more careful next time. It's not that every time you will meet a kind and understanding lawyer like me."

The young man's face, which was originally red, suddenly turned pale. The hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly. At this moment, he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to take a picture or not.

He only felt that he would be afraid of the profession of "lawyer" in the future.

Her words were like a machine gun, even scarier than a police officer.

Xu Baohan looked at An Lan, whose smile was getting deeper and deeper, and his cold brows couldn't help raising.

This woman was quite surprising. She had been surrounded earlier, and her face had turned pale. He had thought she was going to collapse, but in just a few minutes, she had turned into a fighter jet.

She was quite impressive.

An Lan finally turned her gaze to the woman who had stabbed her tires. At this moment, her phone had already been dialed to the police, she calmly stated to the police,"... Yes, she stabbed three of my tires, and she was holding a fruit knife. She looked very dangerous, I didn't dare to get close to her..."

The woman didn't dare to stay any longer. She turned around and wanted to run away. An Lan calmly said from behind, "You can run. There are cameras everywhere. I took a photo of you just now. You won't be able to escape even if you run to the ends of the Earth."

"You... what do you want?" The woman screamed, "I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to go to a mental hospital."

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