It will be too Late

"My fault?" Lin Chaohui turned around coldly, and could not help but be angered to the point of laughing, "Zhang Lanfeng, the one who begged me to save you back then was you, and the one who has now reneged on my request is still you. "Don't forget my identity. Today, I can become your lawyer, and tomorrow, I can become the defense lawyer. All of this is just a matter of money …"

Lin Chaohui's words were right, all the evidence was laid out in front of him. If it wasn't for the fact that Lin Chaohui had used a few tricks in private, he might still be stuck in that dark prison.

Thinking about it this way, it was a little too hasty to lose decorum with Lin Chaohui.

"Lawyer Lin, look, you misunderstood. I was just joking with you, how could I do that?"

Zhang Lanfeng instantly changed his face, walked over and passionately pulled at Lin Chaohui, wanting to express his goodwill once again.