Chi Yue didn't look at him, her voice light but firm in rebuttal, "If I printed ten photos of your family cat and asked you to pick out the one where your cat defecated on your bed sheets, can you tell me which expression it was on that particular day? Can you do that?"
Having said that, she turned to the presiding judge, "Your Honor, the defense attorney purposely used ten photographs to confuse and mislead, which is highly unscientific. The person in the photographs is Qiao Rui'an himself; to ask me which one is from six years ago is ridiculous. Forget six years; if the defense attorney can tell me what clothes he wore, what hairstyle he had, what his mood was, what expression he wore, and what his weight was ten months ago when he did a certain thing, then I will acknowledge his line of questioning."
In the public gallery, a slight smile curved the lips of Qiao Dongyang.
Chi Yue was sharp-tongued enough; he wasn't worried.
