Yan Shuirou took a sharp breath, as if unable to accept such a cruel fact, and looked imploringly at the rookie lawyer beside her.
The latter received her signal for help.
Frantically flipping through the documents, he stuttered without a clear answer, as if he had already predicted losing this lawsuit and hadn't made any futile preparations, simply taking money to go through the motions.
The plaintiff's lawyer showed a satisfied smile, deliberately polite to the point of making one's scalp tingle: "Miss Yan, do you have any other questions?"
Yan Shuirou opened her mouth, like a dying fish unable to speak, collapsed unsupportably in the defendant's seat, her beautiful face all pale.
At this moment, the tightly shut doors of the courtroom suddenly swung open.
