Having no money is the original sin.

"Youwei, does he have a mental problem?"

Bao Longxing moved his fingers around his temples a few times, then asked Bao Youwei.

Bao Youwei pointed his hand in the direction of Zhou Xiaoxing, took out the contract from his pocket with the other hand, and handed it to Bao Longxing.

Got it.

First of all, Fang Tang Jing really dropped something.

Bao Longxing filmed the gavel again. With the key evidence, he was confident in the trial. This time, the gavel was used particularly smoothly.

The servant pulled Fang Tang Jing. He also wiped his glasses several times to make sure he didn't see the contract in Fang Dazhuang's hand before he dared to pull it.

Fang Tangjing is very mean, and he usually doesn't dare to call him out if it's no big deal.

"Whatever you do, it's almost over."

No, look at your hands instead.

Seeing that the servant didn't answer anything and pointed desperately at his raised hand, he felt something was wrong and immediately raised his head.

I was dumbfounded.

He quickly looked at the crowd at the Yamen Gate and glanced at the place where Zhou Xiaoxing was standing before. Now there was an aunt.

Damn it.

"Sir, I lost the key evidence. I hope I can find it back after giving you some time."

This little thing didn't bother him. Fang Tang Jing turned around, clasped his hands in his fists, lowered his head slightly, like Bao Longxing asking for instructions.

"No need."

Before he raised his head, he heard Bao Longxing's cold reply. He was the number one police officer in Guangdong. This reason was very reasonable, and he, Fang Tang Jing, had never been rejected.

There has to be a first time for everything.

When Fang Tangjing looked directly at Bao Longxing, he read this meaning in the latter's eyes.
Chapter completed!