"You should take a look at these pieces of evidence before you speak," Chu Yihan was disinclined to waste words.
Mo Xingyuan had no intention of looking at the evidence he brought either, "Some pretentious stuff, what's there to look at."
As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of wine from the table, just about to drink, the man opposite said indifferently, "This car accident was engineered by Shen Zhiyue herself."
The hand holding the wine bottle of Mo Xingyuan suddenly stiffened.
The next second, he slammed the bottle heavily on the table, raising his head with a chilly gaze fixed on Chu Yihan, "Do you really have to go this far?"
To protect that woman, you would resort to such a heartless and callous deed!
How had Shen Zhiyue treated him over the years?
Yet for that scourge, he was willing to throw such a big bucket of filth over Shen Zhiyue's head.
Chu Yihan made no excuses, only looking indifferently at the file on the table.
