Upon hearing this, Zeng Xianyong's face turned pale, and Zeng's father stood up in a daze, raising his hand as if to say something, but it was as though something was stuck in his throat.
"Xian, Xianyong, how does he know so much?"
Disbelief was written all over Zeng's father's face, and at the same time, large beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead.
When he had first seen the three attorneys, he had felt a bit panicked, but seeing his son seemingly calm, he managed to suppress it.
But now, even his son couldn't stay composed, so how could he.
"Don't sling mud at me! I'll have you know, I can sue you for libel!" Zeng Xianyong said with feigned toughness but inward trepidation.
With a professional smile, Mao Mingcheng replied: "Facts speak louder than words."
Zeng Xianyong furrowed his brows, his expression fluctuating, as he picked up his phone and walked out quickly to call a friend.
