"What's wrong with your firm, did your director's brain get kicked by a donkey, agreeing to such a risky representation?"
Old Song still didn't make a sound. Old Wang's brain wasn't kicked by a donkey; he had agreed after being scolded profusely...
Tang Fangjing had already taken out his credentials: "I do indeed have a mental illness, huh, here are my credentials!"
Staring at the "Mental Illness Certificate" in front of him, Li Changming felt his head buzzing, and the anger that had been rising in his heart suddenly vanished.
"Judge Li, this isn't right, is it... Can someone with mental illness be a lawyer?" Li Changming turned to look at the execution judge.
Hearing this, the execution judge immediately practiced his Tai Chi move: "This is a matter for the judicial bureau and the law association. Our court doesn't handle this."
"Alright, sort out your matters privately. Ju Haiqing, are you signing or not?"
