At Xie Lirong's home.
Not long after Xie Lirong and her ex-husband had exchanged harsh words over the phone.
About thirty minutes later, the man hurriedly pushed open the door to Xie Lirong's home, arriving right on time.
He kept grumbling.
"Was it really necessary to call me back in such a hurry?"
"It's just an appeal for a second-instance trial. That doesn't mean anything unexpected will happen."
"Look at you. What's the rush?"
Xie Lirong remained silent, her expression cold. Seeing this, Liang Xinglong stopped complaining and began comforting her instead.
"I specifically asked that lawyer friend of mine on the way here."
"According to him, even at the second-instance trial, they'll just uphold the original first-instance judgment."
"You don't need to be so worried or anxious."
As Liang Xinglong spoke, he held Xie Lirong and kept comforting her.
Sure enough, this approach really did work on Xie Lirong.
How should one put it... compared with honest men, scumbags had a particular trait.
They knew how to sweet-talk women, consider things from a woman's perspective, and then use that to comfort her.
If Liang Xinglong hadn't known how to sweet-talk women, Xie Lirong wouldn't have kept seeing him and cheating on her husband after getting married.
Nor would she have spent the money Liu Xuewei earned on Liang Xinglong while Liu Xuewei worked himself to the bone and sent money home.
And she wouldn't have listened to Liang Xinglong's advice in the case concerning Liu Xuewei's death.
After seeing Liang Xinglong arrive on time and hearing his reassurances, Xie Lirong softened.
But an involuntary note of worry remained in her voice.
"But the appeal has reached the second-instance trial, after all. That's at the High Court, so they're bound to examine it more thoroughly than the Intermediate People's Court!"