Xia Tian held a paper box almost the size of a milk crate in her arms, unsure of what it contained.
For her, the weight seemed quite burdensome. This made her need to stop occasionally while walking to prop it up with her knee, preventing the contents from falling.
Under the scorching sun, a thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead.
Nan Zhihao, seeing this, despite the many questions in his mind, couldn't help but want to step forward to assist.
Xia Tian smiled and politely declined: "Heave ho... Mr. Nan, you might have heard some details about the case hearing from friends lately, isn't it strange that I'm particularly concerned about your case? And today, calling you out of the blue, not discussing matters inside the court?"
Suddenly turning to serious topics caught Nan Zhihao off guard for a moment.
