"Lawyer Tian, does this mean we've won?" Outside the courthouse, Qin Mingsheng asked cheerfully.
Tian Junfa didn't answer directly but replied, "Based on the situation, our chances of winning do look pretty strong, but until the court has ruled, nothing is definite."
At least he knew not to celebrate prematurely. While this might sound superstitious, honestly, plenty of people these days believe in a bit of superstition, lawyers included.
"Alright, let's head back and wait for the verdict. It shouldn't take too long."
Qin Mingsheng nodded, feeling relieved that it was finally coming to an end. He had been utterly worn out by this case lately, and his peaceful retirement life had been entirely disrupted.
Otherwise, retired folks like him would usually have it pretty good—earning a pension bigger than what overworked professionals make, and never needing to worry about medical expenses.
He hardly even spent the money himself and could offer generous support to his son.
