3 Do you know me? (2/2)

”Sorry Miss, I don't know you. Actually, why are you here in my office?” he asked lightly.

The girl looked back, anticipation filling her eyes. ”Can you try to remember? This is really important to me.”

The girl was disappointed after hearing this. She walked straight towards Mo Han before stopping in front of him. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket, raised her head, and glared right back at him. ”Then... how would you explain this?”

She had a tiny stature, barely reaching his shoulders, but her expression was intense. Mo Han took the piece of paper from her and had a quick look. It was only then that he realized it was an invoice from the hospital.

It was dated a month ago. At the corner it was signed: ”Mo Han - Mo & Associates.”

Despite staring at the paper for awhile, he could not figure out when he had financial involvements with the girl standing in front of him. Just as he was feeling utterly confused, Liu Zhiyuan entered carefully, his posture stooping low in apology, ”Barrister Mo, I know who she is.”

”What's going on?” Mo Han held the invoice in his hand, frustration apparent in his voice.

”Did you forget? The last time we went to the municipal hospital to visit that old man who requested for the notarization of his will, a large number of people blocked up the entrance to the hospital, and refused to leave. We couldn't drive inside. You told me to get out and take a look. That's when I saw a girl lying in a pool of blood on the floor. Nobody cared about her as she lay on the floor since she didn't have money for treatment. You were worried that the old man would die without having his will notarized. So you paid for her to be sent into the operating theater. I was the one who handled all the papers.”

Liu Zhiyuan stole a glance at the girl opposite him. ”That's the girl who was on the floor.”

”But I didn't tell you to sign my name?” Mo Han's tone was cold.

Zhiyuan felt a little wronged. ”I didn't have a choice. When she was sent here, there was no next of kin, so there was nobody to sign the consent for surgical risks. The nurse asked for my name, so I just blurted out yours. After all, using your name can create a positive image for our law firm.”

The girl sitting beside them kept quiet. She listened to their entire conversation in silence.