Inside the waiting room.
Song Zhizhi sat quietly in her chair.
In her mind, she was replaying the scene of Ji Baijian's retreating figure, which brought her an inexplicable warmth.
Ji Baijian had truly done a lot for her, and she was grateful for everything he had done. She was touched deep within her heart. However, everything seemed to be grounded on affection. What she could deeply sense was her feelings for him, incrementing bit by bit, even at a slightly fast pace.
She was pondering over it.
Her heart was stirring within her.
After a while, a staff member called her to the courtroom.
She stood up from her chair, took a deep breath, and pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Matters of love could be temporarily brushed aside, but the punishment of scum couldn't be delayed for a second!
She entered the courtroom.
Wen Tian was already waiting for her at the lawyer's seat.
She nodded at him slightly and turned her gaze to the auditorium.
