"...Trash?" The Caucasian lawyer repeated with a stony expression, "You're calling this trash?"
"Yes, trash. T-r-a-s-h, trash." Gu Nianzhi got up from her seat and dragged all five defense proposals to herself to crumple into a ball. She threw it hard with her right hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before it landed in the trash can in the corner. "That's where it belongs."
Gu Nianzhi sat down with poise, her face was as soft and sweet as a manga character, but her tongue was sharp and poisonous.
"Haha, do you know who we are? How many cases we've won? Do you know how long we spent to draft these defense proposals for you? Who do you think you've messed with? Do you know what risk we're facing to accept this case for you?" The lawyer quickly spat out a torrent of English, "But you've just thrown away our efforts like garbage. I refuse to defend someone like you!" He stood up and looked at He Zhichu, "Mr. He, please forgive me for being unable to help."
