Thursday afternoon.
Blacksmith Technology Tower.
Research and Development Department, inside a certain conference room.
Zhang Wei, having finished the pretrial, now comes to Blacksmith Technology to report to Zhao Qingyan.
The latter had likewise been out on an errand and just happened to return here, starting to discuss case details with Zhang Wei.
"Xiao Zhang, how's the situation in court?"
"The pretrial just ended today, and the situation is not very good. Both the prosecution and the media are thinking of convicting Fang Yunshu as soon as possible. In their eyes, she's a murderer."
"The prosecution has made its stance clear, life imprisonment; after the pretrial, they didn't come to me to discuss a plea bargain for a quick guilty plea."
Hearing Zhang Wei's explanation, Zhao Qingyan's expression grew grave.
"Uncle Zhao, how about you? Seeing as you look…"
"I have to say, Ah Xiang's skills are really something!"
Hearing Zhao Qingyan admit this, Zhang Wei had some idea.