Nan Zhan and Helan Ying looked at each other, one calm and composed, the other slightly panicked, but both concealed it perfectly.
Nan Zhan was gambling that Helan Ying would definitely compromise.
Helan Ying was gambling that Nan Zhan wouldn't dare to actually reveal it.
The two gazed at each other for a full minute, neither seeing the attitude they wanted in each other's eyes.
Clearly, everyone could vaguely sense that this was a silent contest, the victor decided by a single thought.
That brief minute stretched to eternity, everyone was waiting, tense, and curious.
Jian Si's hands, clenched tight all along, were full of sweat; Helan Ying's decision would affect Zhengzheng's custody. If Nan Zhan lost, then...
She dared not think further.
The presiding judge had noticed the undercurrent between these two, he reached for the gavel, about to strike it just as the courtroom doors burst open. A figure hurriedly appeared at the entrance, followed by two bailiffs.
