Yi Xue clutched the scarf in her hand, her nails turning white, regretting her own naivety for raising a little demon.
Xue Feiting had a sullen face; after so many years in the limelight, his pride was nearly shattered by this adopted daughter.
The blatant scrutiny from the people around made him extremely irritable, but he couldn't lash out or lose his composure in public, so he had to close his eyes to ignore others.
Xue Feiqun and the Xue Family's lawyer were in stark contrast to the pair; Xue Feiqun had a smile on his lips, holding a string of beads, dashing and debonair, impossible to associate with concern for Xue Huiyi.
The Xue Family's lawyer was not defending Xue Huiyi, leaving it to his subordinates. He didn't want to fight this doomed battle; what could be done for Xue Huiyi had already been done, and the pre-trial training was also completed. The rest was up to the judge's decision.
