Friday, 1:30 p.m.
There were still 30 minutes left until the start of today's court session.
Inside the defense preparation room, Zhang Wei and Tie Ruyun were getting ready.
"Zhang Wei, is it necessary to be this formal?"
In the preparation room, apart from Zhang Wei and Tie Ruyun, there was also a professional hairstylist.
He was cutting Tie Ruyun's hair, styling it, and even applying hair gel.
"Old Tie, that's where you're not professional..."
Zhang Wei said with an experienced tone, "Today you're going to testify in court, and the image of the witness will directly affect the jury's impression of you!"
"But does it need to go this far? I think wearing a suit should be enough, there's no need for hairstyling and hair gel, right?"
Tie Ruyun spoke as the stylist held his head firmly, squeezing a dollop of hair gel onto his hair.
The stylist went full throttle, and Tie Ruyun's head was like a small boat amidst the waves, drifting with the current.
