What is social death?
Zhang Wei didn't say, and although Xia Qianjun wanted to ask, he ultimately restrained himself.
His intuition told him he must never ask that question, otherwise it could really lead to embarrassment!
But he noticed something slightly off in the way Zhang Wei looked at the four of them.
As for what exactly was off, Xia Qianjun couldn't figure it out.
He didn't want to know, either.
All he knew was one thing: whether he could clear his name depended solely on Zhang Wei.
Whatever methods the other party decided to use, he had no way of stopping them.
After chatting with Silly and his family for a while, Zhang Wei left because he had a lot of things to do.
The next court session was scheduled for the following Monday, so there were Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—three days left to prepare.
For Zhang Wei, that time was sufficient.
After returning to Lin Mansion, he had a good sleep to refresh himself.
The next day, Friday.