Creepy Wedding (8)

"Aye… So you're Ms. Huo Yanyan… You look very beautiful…" a man in his 50s said with a large grin on his face. He was balding and looked rather disgusting.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. You can just call me Huo Yanyan."

"Please, sit Ms. Huo. Sit here," the man said enthusiastically.

His male assistant put down two cups of coffee.

"Ms. Huo, have some coffee."

"No thanks. Let's cut it short, Mr. Wang. I'm here today for my mother's case. What do you think the chances of winning are?" Huo Yanyan said impatiently. She leaned against the sofa and sounded condescending.

"Oh, no rush. We can talk about this slowly. I looked into your mother's case. You can say that this is a case everyone in the city is talking about."

"My mother's case is going to go on trial soon. I'm anxious so can you just tell me what are the chances of winning?" Huo Yanyan asked.