Tuesday, the court was adjourned.
When Zhang Wei left Lin Mansion, he encountered several people who shouldn't have been there.
Zhao Qingyan, Zhang Xinwu, and even Xia Qianyue, had all gathered here early in the morning.
"Silly, aren't you on duty with Serious Crime Team 7 today?"
"Sister Xiao Wu, didn't you go for your morning run today?"
"Uncle Zhao, isn't it Tuesday? Aren't you going to work?"
Facing Zhang Wei's inquiries, the three exchanged glances.
"Zhang, we are here because we care about you. Although you handled the trial well yesterday, it seemed like the prosecution overpowered you!"
Zhao Qingyan looked at Zhang Wei with concern that seemed genuine, as if he really considered Zhang Wei his junior.
"Yes, I was overwhelmed by the prosecutor yesterday, and even though they were deceitful, I really didn't respond well!"
