Jian Ai's Family
Editor: Atlas Studios
Jian Ai crossed her arms and leaned against the wall in the corner with a meaningful smile as she listened to Qiao Yuan's sophistry.
From a sentimental point of view, all of Qiao Yuan's words could resonate with people. As long as one had a conscience, they could easily take in his words and reach a consensus.
Putting aside whether Wang Zichen was a righteous person, he was definitely defending himself. Just as Wang Li had said, Wang Zichen was too defensive.
Of course, there was no standard scale and sense of propriety to indicate the scope of legitimate self-defense, but the law was rational. It ultimately had its own untouchable standard standing there, and Wang Zichen had used a murder weapon, which was the brick in his hand. From this point, it could be seen that he had indeed been too extreme in the situation.