That Song Tengfei was still there, full of himself, boasting about how he could now handle financial cases too.
"Forget about sticking to the script, just tell me if you won or not!"
Old Han had no idea how to comfort the other party; he was a criminal defense lawyer, guessing he'd probably never encounter Tang Fangjing in court in his lifetime.
"Alright, Old Ding, don't be too angry, it's just one case..."
While they were talking, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.
"What's going on, what's all the shouting... Officer, is there a problem?"
Old Han was disturbed by the noise outside and went out to scold whoever was causing it, only to find the police had arrived.
"Where is Feng Xuegong? Is Feng Xuegong here?"
Old Han's brow furrowed; experienced in criminal cases, he could tell from the police officers' expressions that something was amiss.
Feng Xuegong, who had been pondering whether to take medicine or what, was called out from the office next door, looking bewildered.
