Communicate, communicate...
In that instant, everyone in the conference room subconsciously shifted their gaze to Zhao Yi.
Some looked puzzled, others remained calm.
But with most of the Supreme Court judges' eyes all landing on him at once, no matter what kind of look it was, Zhao Yi felt immense pressure.
What experience could he possibly have?
Tell them to lie flat and slack off!?
Zhao Yi was roasting wildly in his head. Last year he wasn't busy quelling public opinion at all; he just wanted to find a way to get the case adjudicated.
Wait.
Last year's case in Hanhai City!?
Zhao Yi suddenly thought of something, his brows furrowed, and he spoke up instinctively:
"Something's off."
So... something's off?
Everyone paused for a moment, then raised their brows. "What's off?"
"The way this guy came here is very off."
Zhao Yi said something that sounded completely inexplicable.
