1821 Jian Xianrou Should Get at Least 15 Years
If Qiao Nian was willing to give in for her, she would have done so long ago.
She had never given in and continued to suppress the He family. How could she give in now?
Jian Xianrou was simply a piece of trash!
His eyes suddenly turned ruthless. He stared at the burly man and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell our people that I want her to get a heavier sentence. The heavier the better! I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. Since we're hopeless, she can forget about living well!"
"I got it."
After Brother Qiao left, He Congming took out his phone and searched for a contact number. He found Ji Ziyin's number and made a call.
His first call went unanswered.
He Congming made a second call.
After the phone rang a dozen times, Ji Ziyin was finally willing to pick up. "What's the matter? I'm at the research institute. I'll talk to you when I get back."
"Miss Ji," He Congming called out. He had no intention of hanging up. He leaned back in his chair. He wasn't so careful now that he didn't have any expectations. His voice was hoarse as he said to her, "The He family is finished."
Ji Ziyin was shocked at first. She paused for a few seconds before frowning and saying unhappily, "What are you talking about? How can the He family be finished?"
"After you returned to the Independent Continent, the He family was raided several times and even targeted by several forces. I tried to contact you, but I couldn't reach you. Now, it's difficult to do anything… Miss Ji, only you can take back your batch of goods in Beijing now. I have no way out."
He Congming didn't want to continue talking to Ji Ziyin.
He hung up the call expressionlessly as the judge banged his gavel and shouted, "Silence!"
He sat in his seat and looked coldly at Jian Xianrou, who was standing in the center, with a bone-chilling gaze.
Since the He family was finished, she could forget about living well!
* * *
The court trial was not at all as tense and intense as one might have imagined.
Qiao Nian watched as the lawyers from both sides bickered on stage. The lawyer Tang Wanru had hired was no match for He Congming's lawyer.
He was beaten up so badly that he couldn't even fight back. It could be seen that he was just like a useless embroidered pillow.
At first, Jiang Xianrou could still stand calmly with her back straight. Later, when she realized that the situation was not right, her expression became worse and worse. Gradually, she could not stand still anymore and looked back at the stands searching for her mother.
Unfortunately, at this point, Tang Wanru had no choice. Her face was pale and she was sweating profusely. "Didn't he tell me that it would work? What happened? How did this happen…"
On the stage.
Lawyers from both sides had already finished speaking.
The lawyer hired by the He family laid out all kinds of legal provisions. The evidence chain was very strong, and he did not show any mercy. He refuted until the lawyer hired by Tang Wanru could not continue.
Lawyer Huang, whom Tang Wanru had found, had tried his best to provide evidence to refute with some legal provisions for the defense of innocence.
However, the things he took out were like child's play compared to the other side. They were useless.
The judges had already begun to communicate with each other. It was obvious that they were on the plaintiff's side and were already discussing her sentencing.
"Jiang Xianrou should get at least 15 years."
In the corner of the last row, Ye Wangchuan looked like a painting. His aura was lazy and noble, like a painting of mountains and rivers.
