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"As for this witness, we have no further questions."
With that, Tan Yingying ended her questioning in the courtroom.
The judge looked toward Zhang Wei, who immediately stood up and walked toward the witness stand.
"Witness, after listening to your testimony just now, I have to say, your son Wei Hong really is quite the filial son indeed!"
Zhang Wei couldn't help but remark with a sense of wonder while smiling and looking toward the elderly professor in the witness stand.
"However, something about what you just said strikes me as odd?"
"Odd?"
Professor Wei was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.
Zhang Wei leaned in closer, grinning as he asked, "Yes, odd. You just mentioned that your son brings you gifts during the holidays, right?"
"Yes, every year during the holidays he brings me cigarettes and alcohol. I actually don't lack these things, but he insists on giving them, and I can't refuse."
