"Do you think I'm a god? Even a god couldn't fix this situation now!" Fujimoto Takayoshi shook off Kudou Misaki's hand and sighed, "You'll definitely have to go in, and once the heat of this matter dies down, I'll find a way to get you out."
There are plenty of people who are still technically serving their sentence on paper, but are actually free outside. It's not hard to arrange.
"Wuuuu!" Kudou Misaki knew there was no turning back when she heard this and fell to the ground, bursting into tears, snot, and sobbing, "I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to go."
She never imagined that she would fall from the clouds to the mud one day, losing everything.
"If you are to blame anyone, blame yourself for not handling your useless brother properly." After saying this, Fujimoto Takayoshi crouched down, grabbed her chin, brought his chubby face close to hers, and said gently, "Listen to my plan, don't try to be smart. Stay for a year or two, and you'll be out."
