An Shuyao doesn't remember things from her childhood, but Zhou Hao can tell from the furnishings that this was once a very cozy little home.

He just zoned out for a few seconds, quickly snapped back to reality, and returned to being that unscrupulous lawyer. The first thing he said was, "You have to play the emotional card in court. Even though most of the time it's useless, we can't do without it... You'd better think of a few touching stories with your mother, ones that will bring tears to people's eyes as you tell them."

After saying this, Zhou Hao started wandering around the room, glancing here and there.

An Shuyao didn't know what he was looking for. She asked a few times, but he didn't answer, only urging her to quickly think of a 'tear-jerking mother-daughter story.' The latter had no choice but to take a shower, change into clean clothes, sit on the sofa, and clutch a toy while racking her brain.

The room fell silent, so quiet that no one spoke.

About half an hour later, An Shuyao finally had an idea and said, "I've thought of a really touching story. Listening to it will definitely make people cry, it's very moving... Do you want to hear it first?"

"Of course."

Zhou Hao sat across from her, indicating she could start telling the story.

An Shuyao cleared her throat and said seriously, "It was a sweltering summer night. I was lying on my desk doing homework when I suddenly felt dizzy, and the tip of my pen drew squiggly lines on the notebook..."

"Mom came in with a glass of milk and touched my forehead, 'Oh, it's so hot!' …Turns out, I had a cold."

"The thunder roared outside, and rain pelted against the windows like a handful of small stones. Mom turned around to rummage for the first-aid kit, only to find that we had run out of cold medicine..."

Zhou Hao couldn't help but interrupt, "So next, your mom braved the rain to carry you to the hospital?"

An Shuyao was stunned and asked back, "How did you know?"

Zhou Hao initially wanted to make fun of it, saying it sounded like a school essay; any essay themed on motherly love always has a part where mom carries you to the hospital in the rain. But then he thought, this kid is just a grade-schooler, so there's nothing to say. He could only blame himself for giving this task to An Shuyao.

"Never mind, let me think of something. When the time comes, I'll visit some of your classmates or elders to gather material. You just need to memorize the lines and shed tears."

Zhou Hao stood up, having finished his survey. There was nothing worth lingering for; he could leave now.

An Shuyao, suspecting he was slacking off, hurriedly grabbed him and questioned what was wrong with the story, also demanding to know what he was searching for.

"Everything's wrong. It's too fake. It's obvious you can't lie," Zhou Hao sneered. "I'm looking for evidence or clues to see if anything's been overlooked."

"What could possibly be overlooked at home? If you want to find clues, why not look on the streets?" An Shuyao, like a curious child, had to get to the bottom of it.

Zhou Hao flipped her the middle finger, and before she could react, he slowly moved his middle finger to push up his glasses, smirking as he said:

"What if your mom was murdered? What if this was a carefully planned framing? What if your mom was secretly blackmailing someone?"

An Shuyao was furious. She was about to argue back but found herself without any evidence to support it. Ultimately, she didn't really know Chen Huixin... Now that she'd lost her memory, she was like a stranger to Chen Huixin.

"You, you, you—"

An Shuyao stammered on "you" for a long time but couldn't think of anything. Finally, she decided to shift to a personal attack: "You're not close to your mom either, how could you come up with such a touching story?"

Zhou Hao gave a cold laugh; no one had questioned his professional ability in a long time. Even if the one questioning him was a grade-schooler, he had to prove to the other person—he, Zhou Hao, was undeniably Jiang City's top criminal defense lawyer!

"Come, sit down."

Zhou Hao sat down in front of An Shuyao again: "If you're not convinced, I'll tell you one."

Of course, An Shuyao wasn't convinced. For some reason, every time she saw Lawyer Zhou, an inexplicable sense of competitiveness would arise in her heart, and she couldn't help but want to talk back.

This guy can't say anything good; she didn't believe he could come up with anything decent!

Besides, why is it fake that mom took her to the hospital in the rain? She found it quite touching. Just envisioning that scene in her mind filled her heart with warmth and moved her deeply.

Goes to show this dog lawyer has no humanity; it's no wonder he's that daughter's son, they wouldn't be a family if they weren't alike.

An Shuyao secretly grumbled, sinking into the sofa, eager to hear what 'touching little story' Lawyer Zhou could come up with—if it wasn't good, she'd definitely flash her pinky at Lawyer Zhou, then pretend to pick her ear, as a form of petty revenge.

Zhou Hao cleared his throat softly, then began speaking in an even tone:

"Since I was little, I had a dream: I wanted to be a lawyer."

"My father opposed this dream. He hoped I'd study political science and law to become a judge's assistant—anything was better than being a lawyer... Only by entering the system was it considered the correct path."

"But my mother supported me. Despite my father's objections, she supported me in choosing to study law and fronted the tuition for my four years of college."

"Mind you, I didn't like my mom when I was a kid because she lost my cat. Now, her willingness to support me like this truly moved me."

"I studied hard for four years, got the highest GPA, won debate awards, and gave up pursuing a postgraduate degree. I didn't do any of this for anyone to see, but to prove myself—I can change this world. I have my own worth in life, I'm not some unnoticed invisible man, nor a mouse hidden in the attic!"

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