"Should I make a call to check? Don't worry, I'm easy to talk to,"
Zhao Dehan dared not speak anymore; even without this evidence, he thought there was something off about the lawyer facing him.
Behind him, two parents were discussing, and someone spoke to the prison guard police behind them: "What, can someone with mental illness be a lawyer?"
The prison guard police looked at each other, stumped by the question—they genuinely didn't know.
But they too had the same thought; this lawyer named Tang Fangjing, really did seem a bit off.
However, as soon as they thought about it, they figured that it was normal for someone with a certificate to be a bit abnormal, and they didn't quite know what to say.
The prison guard police didn't respond, and Old Tang continued, "Shall we leave it at that? Old Liu, did you get a picture?"
Old Liu nodded subconsciously,
"Then that's settled. Let's go, no point hanging around here anymore."
