Qiao Liang seemed to get what Tang Xi was implying. He raised his eyebrows, "Have you found the real designer of her design drawings?"
Tang Xi smiled. "I'll find out some day. As the saying goes, the higher he climbs, the more pain he will receive when he falls. Let's wait and see whether justice or her will win."
"Silly girl." Qiao Liang gazed at Tang Xi. "The so-called justice in the world is built on public opinion. Justice doesn't exist at all in many dark places…"
"Yes, justice is defined by men, right?" Tang Xi pursed her lips and drew back her hand from Qiao Liang's as she smiled at him. "You're a judge, so you should enter from here, while I'm going to enter from the front door. See you at your house this afternoon."