In the blink of an eye, December 20th had arrived.
The morning sky was subdued, hazily shrouded, with a thin mist hanging over the vast river like a layer of light gauze. A number of ships were moored along the shore, and the trees on the distant mountains were a mix of yellow and green, tinged with a touch of winter's charm, delicate and graceful, evoking the feel of an ink painting.
The streets were already bustling.
Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady, accompanied by lawyer Wu Zheng, rushed toward Anling City Court during the morning rush hour.
Today was the day of the trial.
The case where Sania Weapons Research Company sued Lin Chuan for infringement, demanding compensation of three million, had caused quite a stir recently, and Wang Zikai, Xue Qiqi, Youyou, and other friends were all deeply concerned.
However, Lin Chuan was carefree, sitting in the car with a faint smile on his face, occasionally comforting Wu Zheng, the lawyer who had graduated not long ago.
