"You're wrong, Mr. Cheng." Shan Yue's words were unhurried. She even slowly got up and poured herself half a glass of red wine. "The people who can come here today are not only high-ranking officials and dignitaries, but also the elites of various industries. Being able to enter this door means that you're outstanding. As the youngest presiding judge in Federal City, you're completely qualified to stand with everyone. It's just that you don't believe in yourself."
Cheng Yue was still very depressed, and his tone revealed a hint of frustration. "But I'm just a small chief judge. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, it's already an unreachable height, but I'm still far from those powerful people behind me. Compared to the elites of other industries, I don't have any advantages."
