The detention center staff brought Jian Xianrou out ten minutes before the trial began.
There was a commotion in the jury box in the stands as soon as she came out. The Jiang family relatives almost didn't recognize her in her sorry state.
"How did Xianrou become so thin?" someone among them asked.
His uncle said in a low voice, "She's been in the detention center all this time. How can the detention center be a good place? She definitely wasn't able to eat or sleep well."
"What a pity."
Some people were feeling regretful.
More people were lamenting.
The second branch was incomparably glorious when they first separated from the family. Who knew they would become like this in the blink of an eye? Jian Xianrou stood on the court stage in a sorry state. What goes around comes around!
"Where's Qiao Nian? Isn't she coming?" someone asked when it was about time, craning his neck to look for her; he only mustered his courage when he didn't see that arrogant figure.
This time, all the relatives of the Jiang family had learned their lesson. They looked at each other, and no one dared to speak nonsense.
Even Yuan Qing, who usually liked to put on airs as an elder, shrank her neck and pretended not to hear him.
The other relatives were present. No one said anything, so they quietened down.
At the same time, on the other side of the jury stand.
He Congming sat in the first seat in the first row. Beside him were a few subordinates.
It seemed that victory was in the He family's hands this time.
He should be the biggest winner.
However, He Congming could not sit still. Like the people from the Jiang family, he paid attention to anyone who entered the court.
The trial was about to begin.
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