Procuratorate Headquarters.
2nd floor, tea room.
A tiny tea table saw electric sparks flashing and flames dancing above it.
Zhang Wei and Xiao Baihe faced each other, their gazes meeting in mid-air as if the air itself around them was distorting and scorching.
The atmosphere was so tense, it frightened Tan Yingying and Lin Yumeng nearby into utter silence.
Tan Yingying was afraid of Zhang Wei, still haunted by the psychological shadow from her first time in court.
Lin Yumeng, on the other hand, was scared of Xiao Baihe; she found the woman in front of her terrifying.
Is this the kind of frightful prosecutor I'll have to deal with as a defense attorney?
Is it too late to go back home now?
"15 months!"
After a long pause, it was Zhang Wei who spoke first.
"We won't go to trial; we'll settle on a plea deal, and that's my final offer!"
Although he had agreed with Ying Qingli on one year, Xiao Baihe was not yielding, so Zhang Wei had to concede an extra three months.
