That evening, at Lin Mansion.
In the kitchen, Zhang Wei and Zhao Xiaoxiao were eating dinner.
"Second daughter, I felt something was off today,"
he murmured. Zhao Xiaoxiao's movements halted suddenly at his words, a tense expression spreading across her young face.
After a brief silence, Zhang Wei suddenly frowned, "I've never seen a lawyer as laid-back as Old Hu and his team today, not asking a single question? That's unheard of."
Zhao Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly swallowed her food, "Jeez, you scared me. What do I know about court trials?"
"Yes, you don't understand, but I do,"
Zhang Wei said, shoveling another couple of bites of rice into his mouth, his brow furrowed in worry, "If they're acting like this, it's either because they think they can't win and don't want to waste their energy, what's commonly referred to as 'lying flat'."
"Or, they have some surefire strategy, or they've gotten hold of something completely unknown to me."
