Xiang Wan ignored him, her first instinct was that he was no good, and the suit on him made him look like a polished hooligan.
She remained silent, but the man didn't mind; he carelessly crossed his legs and went on speaking, "Do you think we're cruel? What if Xingyun had suffered something dozens of times crueler than this? I understand you're young, haven't seen much of the world, but there's no absolute right or wrong here. He's not just your doting 'little uncle'; he's also Zuo Xingyun, and every person has two sides. He nearly died in prison; I almost ran my legs off to get his sentence reduced to eight years and pull him out of there. You should be clear about who put him through all of this."
Finally, Xiang Wan felt the urge to talk to him, "Was it you... who helped him get his sentence reduced?"
"Mhm, who else?" the man said confidently, raising an eyebrow: "I am a top-notch lawyer, there's no case I can't handle."
