Dong Shan could ignore Qiao Zhengchong, but she could not be indifferent to Qiao Dongyang, who she had treated as her son for over a decade.
"Did you receive the notice—when is the trial?" she asked.
Qiao Dongyang said, "Lawyer Wang said it might be at the end of the month."
The end of the month, that was half a month away.
Dong Shan's expression relaxed, "What are the chances of winning?"
Qiao Dongyang said, "There's no essential difference between a ten percent and a ninety percent chance."
Dong Shan: "..."
Conversation killer.
Chi Yue found that Qiao Dongyang had an irritating way of speaking; aside from when he was talking with her, he seemed to have no patience for talking with anyone else. He would speak concisely and be done with it.
Fortunately, Dong Shan didn't mind his attitude.
She sighed and said, "Regardless, as long as the issue can be resolved, that's good. The longer it drags on, the more troublesome it becomes for you."
Qiao Dongyang hummed in agreement.
