Upon first laying eyes on Liu Zimo, Tang Yanhui had a phrase spring to mind.
"Don't judge a book by its cover."
Originally, Tang Yanhui had anticipated seeing a fat, sleazy-looking figure, but reality starkly contradicted the expectation.
A tall and lean young man stood before him, with a delicate and gentle demeanor, radiating an artistic and melancholic aura.
If he had a guitar on his back, he would perfectly fit the image of a lovestruck prince.
"Are you the lawyer Ye Li hired?"
Liu Zimo exhibited disdain but became more reserved upon noticing the police officer beside Tang Yanhui. With a shrug, he said, "You saw my post too, didn't you? I just made a comment about this being a society obsessed with looks, what's wrong with that, did I violate some sacred law?"
"As for the rest, I can't control what people say, can I?"
Liu Zimo was not the least bit intimidated by the fact that Ye Li had hired a lawyer, his face a mask of fearlessness.