Hearing a sound, Shen Jing looked up, stunned for a moment.
The door was ajar. Zhou Luchen stood in the center of the room, looking as if he had rushed over. His pure black suit jacket was draped over his bent arm, and his short hair was styled smartly, yet with a touch of casualness. The dim light cast shadows, making his clear, distinct features appear even more profound. He, too, was looking at her, his expression unreadable. A few top defense attorneys followed behind him.
She heard one of the lawyers say, "Strictly speaking, the other party smashed the car first, but Young Master Chen directly assaulted someone. Both are at fault."
"Is that so?" Zhou Luchen's tone was flat. "Chen Yao must come out of this unscathed."
The lawyer added, "Miss Shen Jing also sustained injuries to her arm."
Zhou Luchen's gaze remained fixed on the small, delicate figure leaning silently and solitarily against the wall in the corner. The white-painted wall made her complexion appear even paler.
