Sang Xuewei's face lit up with a smile, showing some excitement but mostly happiness: "You've finally made up your mind to keep him as a witness, right? That's good then!"
Xia Wenjin grimaced, indicating she did not want to be this witness.
From a certain perspective, this was a thankless and troublesome witness to be.
If Huangfu Jingchen agreed, and if what Master Kong Chan said was true, that he only had a year or so left to live, then Sang Daokun would surely be angry in the future, which would mean collateral damage.
But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. Huangfu Jingchen's grip was tight, yet it neither hurt her nor allowed her to escape.
Xia Wenjin resorted to a roundabout way, "Hey, Miss Sang, you have good taste! My brother Huang Zheng is quite the talent, graceful and dashing. Just his looks alone, there aren't many who can surpass him!"
