The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 772

Chapter 772: 622 is really dead; there’s no counting the amount of support behind Ying Zijin [1 more update]

Ling Zhonglou had met Wen Fengmian once during his visit to Shanghai City.

At that time, Wen Fengmian left a very deep impression on him.

Wen Fengmian’s manner of speaking and behaving did not at all resemble someone who had grown up in a poor village.

Later, news came that Wen Fengmian was a once-prodigy of the Ji Family, having handled quite a few experiments.

Possibly a patron of the Judicial Hall?

Even Ling Zhonglou found his thoughts hard to follow.

"Mr. Ling," Wen Fengmian nodded, "long time no see."

It took Ling Zhonglou a while to respond, "Mr. Wen is... a patron of the Judicial Hall?"

Wen Fengmian slightly smiled, "I was lucky enough to pass the assessment."

Ling Zhonglou was taken aback, reminded of the incident where Ling Dongqing had tried to harm him.

Wen Fengmian was a patron of the Supervision Department; why would they send someone to arrest him at the Lin Family?

Ling Zhonglou suddenly realized.

No wonder.

The Judicial Hall is just, and even if he knew Wen Fengmian, in the face of evidence, there could be no favoritism.

Ying Zijin was Wen Fengmian’s daughter, and even she had chosen to come to the Judicial Hall herself.

Ying Zijin stepped forward, "Dad."

"Yaoyao, you’ve almost become a regular here," Wen Fengmian said half amused, half helpless, "What for this time?"

"Oh, murder."

"..."

Their tone was familiar, with not a trace of strangeness.

Especially that earth-shattering "Dad."

The corridor was silent.

Xie Nian’s expression froze instantly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared.

She had always thought that Ying Zijin was just a practitioner of Ancient Medicine, with no one behind her but the Ancient medical field.

How could a patron of the Judicial Hall appear out of nowhere?

And to be Ying Zijin’s father?

What a joke!

She didn’t even have one.

Thinking back on what she had said earlier, Xie Nian’s face felt painfully hot.

In her overwhelming shame and anger, she wished she could turn and leave.