Fighting Is Affection, Scolding Is Love!

New York.

By the Hudson River.

Vance Mout Hotel.

Wedding venue.

"I'll go out with you."

Adam smiled and gestured with his hand.

"Help me apologize to Marshall."

Gretchen said to the younger students from the law department.

"Mm."

The male law students reacted blandly, while the female students whispered among themselves and ignored her.

Adam was now eighty or ninety percent certain of his guess.

None of these law students were Zhang Yida.

What law school students valued most was putting theory into practice. With real cases as examples, no one ever got sleepy in class.

After all, law professors were all good speakers, and the real cases they presented were vivid, fascinating, and worldview-shattering.

The goal of their future training was to turn them into people wearing Pinru's clothes, with limitless imagination, seductively skirting the edges of the law.

If they got sleepy in class and ended up like Zhang Dapao, either screwing over their own clients every time until no one hired them and they starved to death, or getting themselves thrown in jail early on, facing a crowd of burly men behind them and sweating profusely.

Even though they were only second-year graduate students, every one of them had sharp eyes.

They already had no qualms about interpreting every move others made through the worst possible assumptions, all to determine what kind of behavior would produce what kind of result.

To exaggerate a little, they were all Batman, Dark Knights. If the computer in the Batcave did not have dozens of contingency plans for dealing with enemies and teammates alike, they could hardly be called Xiu'er.

Emmm.

They just lacked plans for destroying themselves.

Even novelists did not have imaginations as wild as theirs.

Because novelists still had to consider logical consistency.

But this fantastical reality,