Tang Yumeng was startled and immediately at a loss. It seemed that Song Ming indeed had a well-thought-out strategy. Tang Yumeng's eyes reddened slightly, and she bit her red lips, saying, "Is there really... really no way at all?"
"How about this, I'll go meet the presiding judge first," Zhong Wenyi said through gritted teeth. "I have a good relationship with him, I'll go feel out the situation there first."
"Right!" Tang Yumeng nodded and said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you, Lawyer Zhong. I'm counting on you for everything."
"Don't worry," Zhong Wenyi nodded and said: "I'll do my utmost."
After finishing, Zhong Wenyi hurriedly grabbed his briefcase and left in a hurry.
The judge dispatched from the central government was a man in his forties, very thin, but energetic. He was staying in a suite at the Golden Shield Hotel. At this moment, Song Ming and others were already sitting inside, all extremely deferential.
