Watching Yu Tingting's graceful figure as she walked out of the room, Lisa's expression turned hazy. She snorted coldly, the bright red corners of her mouth curling into a sinister arc. Her crimson fingernails lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag before lazily letting the cigarette butt brush against her red lips. She slid the ash off softly, her movements exuding an eerie coldness and malice, with the depths of her gaze heavy and impenetrable, holding layers of menace.
"What? Tingting, you accepted Li Qisheng's case? You actually accepted it?"
When Chen Lulu saw Yu Tingting return, she immediately walked over quietly. Seeing the documents in Tingting's soft, pale hands, her face instantly turned pale. Her gaze flickered with extreme panic and helplessness, and the low tone of her voice suddenly rose several notches, filled with fear and astonishment as she looked at Yu Tingting.
