My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

"Go ahead, what do you want to consult about? Is it a divorce or drawing up a will?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Can't I consult about something normal like tax evasion?

"Miss Lin, there might have been some misunderstanding this morning, I didn't realize you were Xiao Yu's sister..."

"So, you mean it would have been okay if I weren't?"

"That's not what I meant, I was saying..."

"Enough! My time is precious, and were it not for Xiao Yu asking me, client character is also a standard I consider for taking cases!

What do you want to consult about?"

After Haitang said this, she slammed a button on the table, and a timer in front of Meng Lang began flashing to start the count.

Am I actually being charged for this?

Alright! For Xiao Yu's sake, I'll bear it!

Glancing at the sign that stated the consultation fee was 500 per hour, Meng Lang's corner of his eye twitched, he thought to himself that it really was absurd, and decided to save time and get straight to the point.

"Here's the thing, after meeting Xiao Yu yesterday, I noticed someone was following me."

"What did you say?" Haitang was taken aback.

"Someone was following us, all the way to the rental apartment building. I noticed the follower after meeting Xiao Yu, so I suspect, the target might be Xiao Yu." Meng Lang said seriously.

Haitang stared at Meng Lang intently, as if trying to discern if he was lying.

"There are so many people on the street, how could you notice you were being followed?"

"Well... My dad was a retired scout, and because of that, I also have some sense of counter-surveillance." Meng Lang said half-truthfully.

His father was a retired soldier, but the rest was completely fabricated.

As expected, Haitang looked at Meng Lang with a face that said you must be joking.

Counter-surveillance awareness? You're an insurance salesman, how could you have that kind of stuff? You think this is some urban soldier king drama?

But seeing how earnestly he spoke, Haitang was momentarily unsure whether he was just being alarmist.

"It was just the two of you, how can you be sure the follower was after Xiao Yu and not yourself?" she asked.

"I've been in Su City for less than half a year, my social circle is basically just my company and a few college friends, recently I haven't had any conflicts or provoked anyone. The possibility that I've angered someone is very low.

Last night when I heard Xiao Yu say that you are the Golden Lawyer, I thought..."

Meng Lang didn't finish his sentence, but Haitang already understood his implication.

She frowned, "Are you suggesting that the target isn't Xiao Yu, but maybe me?"

"I'm not ruling out the possibility that it's someone else from your family who has offended someone." Meng Lang spread his hands out.

Haitang frowned and pondered for a moment.

"How can you prove what you're saying is true?"

"I can't prove it; I came here just to give you a heads up, and also to see if you had any suspicions about anyone.

Moreover, the person following us seemed very professional, likely trained in criminal investigation or surveillance."

Haitang scrutinized Meng Lang with a discerning look in her eyes.

For a strange man, especially one carrying a bad impression, to suddenly say that someone is following his sister and being so eager to help analyze suspects,

Natural response isn't gratitude, but caution.

"You said you not only noticed a follower on the street, but merely based on their skills, you've deduced that the follower is a professional?

Are you sure your dad was just a former scout, not a retired special forces member, or a well-trained King of Soldiers?"

"Err..." Meng Lang let out an awkward chuckle.

Even he was nearly unable to convince himself of his explanation.

But what else could he say? Say that he actually knew the future in advance, so he analyzed everything afterwards?

"Okay, I'll remind you, purely out of concern for Xiao Yu. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Meng Lang sighed, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Because of the misunderstanding that morning, Haitang obviously suspected his character; in such a situation, being too enthusiastic might only backfire.

So it's said, first impressions can kill…

Also, that ticking timer was truly heartbreaking to hear.

So dark! Even the advanced technicians in the shop wouldn't dare charge at this rate.

Meng Lang just wanted to quickly leave this gold-digging pit.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Just as Meng Lang reached the door, he was suddenly stopped by Lin Haitang.

Then came the sound of a chair being pulled back and high heels clacking.

Could it be that she finally believed me?

He turned around and saw Lin Haitang bending over to pick up a shopping bag.

Meng Lang's expression stiffened, and he felt a sense of foreboding. He was just about to reach out to stop her.

"You've left something behind… Huh?"

Just as Lin Haitang was about to hand over the bag Meng Lang had left behind, she suddenly paused, scanning something…

…

"Ah~ why did this happen!" Meng Lang slumped on a park bench, holding his head and letting out a wail, startling a flock of birds.

"Inertia! This must be history's inertia!"

Meng Lang felt a deep malice from the world.

He didn't even know how he had managed to flee from the law firm covering his face.

But seeing Lin Haitang's disdainful gaze, he feared that if he had stayed a moment longer, she might have called the police…

Meng Lang felt that he would definitely be nailed to the "gentleman" pillar of shame…

He could almost imagine, if the future hadn't changed and he was still falsely accused as a murderer, the first one to testify against him… would undoubtedly be Lin Haitang!

[Congratulations, your relationship with the target NPC has decreased to hostile, and you have successfully become the top suspect!]

Meng Lang felt as though he heard such a notification, which made him go crazy again.

"Something's wrong! This world isn't right!" Meng Lang fell into deep self-doubt.

If it were a coincidence, but there were too many coincidences…

Could it be that whenever I try to change my fate, I would be targeted by the world's malice?

Heaving a deep sigh, it looked like the path with Lin Haitang was thoroughly blocked by himself and now he only had himself to rely on.

He looked around, making sure no one was around, and then carefully took out "My Struggle" from his chest.

The next moment, Meng Lang's eyes brightened.

The handwriting… was fading!

He looked at the time, 11:58!

Indeed… this was a daily updated book!

Just past twelve, this book had completely changed.

"'Late Justice'?" Meng Lang curiously looked at the few words on the book cover.

"Late"? So has justice arrived or not?