The phone's ringtone beeped insistently as Chen Zhengcong, haggard beyond measure, sat at his desk and pressed the answer button, "Zheng Dazhuang, how's the situation?"
"The Department of Justice has officially filed charges against you, and the court hearing is in two days. Right now, many pieces of evidence are against you, and it'll be difficult for me to get you acquitted. Huamao's chairman, Yang, and Sir Zhong are old friends. If she is willing to speak out, there may still be a chance."
"..."
"Mr. Chen? Are you listening?"
"I, I understand. I'll call you back later."
"Okay."
Crash!
Fragments of the vase scattered everywhere, and Chen Zhengcong's eyes turned bloodshot as his chest rose and fell with intense agitation.
After a while, he composed himself and started rummaging among the table full of various thread-bound ancient books.
