Tuesday morning.
Dongfang Capital Procuratorate Headquarters, Serious Crime Division Office.
"What, a network signature?"
Xiao Baihe looked at the two people in front of her, suppressing the desire in her heart to scoff.
"The pretrial is set for today, and now you're telling me this?"
"It's precisely because the pretrial is today that we have to bring it up!"
Zhang Wei pulled Xiao Baihe closer and whispered in her ear, "You don't want any problems with the case, right? Or do you want to wrong an innocent person?"
Facing Zhang Wei so close, a slight look of discomfort appeared on Xiao Baihe's face.
But she still endured the excessive proximity and countered, "But with the network signature, how do you know if it's real?"
"I don't know either!" To her surprise, Zhang Wei spread his hands.
Xiao Baihe almost couldn't resist picking up the pen in her hand; she wanted to stab the jerk in front of her to death.
