As expected, right after leaving the law firm, Yang Yunming went to see the woman who drove the Mercedes last time.
In the coffee shop, Yang Yunming's arrogance from the law firm completely vanished, replaced by a depressed and joyless demeanor, his face full of worries.
Across from him, the woman grasped his hand, "Yunming, what's wrong?"
Yang Yunming, at a loss, looked at the woman, "The trial was yesterday. My wife was not justified and couldn't produce any evidence, and since they couldn't vent their anger on me, they actually smashed my car."
Speaking of this, Yang Yunming's eyes held not anger, but deep sorrow.
The woman patted his hand to comfort him, and Yang Yunming continued, "I just don't understand why the Zheng family insists on making me the scapegoat, why they have to take it out on me."
