Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Qu Mingjun's words, like a stone, hurled into the calm lake suddenly, startled a huge splash of water!

Everyone was shocked by this incident and looked at Qu Mingjun in amazement, wondering why he suddenly pointed the finger at the witness!

Qiao Jingjia was ridiculed, she had already learned this trick, and now Qu Mingjun repeats the same trick, which makes her feel extremely ridiculous.

She leaned slightly and whispered to Yu Yang beside her: "The defense has made unwarranted accusations against the witnesses. Should we oppose it?"

Yu Yang frowned, stared at the front solemnly, and replied coldly: "How do you know that it is an unwarranted accusation?"

Qiao Jingjia was choked, suppressed her anger, and sat back again.

I don't know anything good or bad!

She hated Yang's inadequate appearance, as if she was aloof from the outside world, how selfless it was!

It's really hateful!

On the other side, Qin Jun faced Qu Mingjun's question with a sneer smile.

"What do you mean by this? I'm a witness. Are you suggesting that I am a murderer?" Qin Jun arrogantly stared at Qu Mingjun, "Mr. Lawyer, anything you say in court is for evidence. "

"Ah, when it comes to evidence, it's not a coincidence. We did just find a new exhibit." Qu Mingjun raised the ziplock bag with a handkerchief on the table. "We found a handkerchief in the closet in Wu Xinhan's room. The capital letter QJ is printed on the handkerchief, which coincides with Mr. Qin Jun’s initials."

Qin Jun's face paled suddenly, and then he sternly shouted: "This is slander! That handkerchief is not mine at all, please don't spit people!"

"It's not yours?" Qu Mingjun looked innocent, "But... I just saw you wipe your glasses with a handkerchief. It's exactly the same as the handkerchief in my hand."

"Impossible." Qin Jun retorted, "My handkerchief is custom-made, made of West Indian Sea Island cotton, with mulberry silk added to the edge, 100% pure natural fiber fabric, there is nothing to sell outside! I have never The habit of leaving your name on the handkerchief! Please open your eyes and see clearly, and don’t just buy a low-quality handkerchief outside, just want to plant me!"

Qu Mingjun seemed embarrassed. He squeezed the ziplock bag in his hand, looked at the handkerchief inside hesitantly, and then went to look at Tan Jun, "This handkerchief... is it really not yours?"

"No." Qin Jun firmly denied, "Although it looks alike, it is definitely not!"

He said with a sneered sneer: "Besides, there are traces of use on my handkerchief, one of which is slightly scratched. I accidentally scratched it when I wiped my glasses. This one in the lawyer's hand is probably just bought from outside. Yes, you haven't even had time to cut off the trademark, right?"

"Ah..." Qu Mingjun turned the ziplock bag over, revealing a small uncut trademark, and immediately patted the back of his head in annoyance.

There were a few discordant chuckles at the court hearing, and everyone thought Qu Mingjun was funny.

Qin Jun triumphed and said proudly: "Mr. Lawyer wants to help Gu Er Shao get rid of crime, so he should be more serious. Instead of planting me here, it is better to give me a few million more. I am in a good mood and might be willing to help him. Top crime."

This is flagrant contempt of court.

There was a buzzing discussion, and the judge slammed the gavel with a solemn face, "The defense lawyer..."

Without waiting for the judge to warn him, Qu Mingjun hurriedly explained: "Sorry, sorry, sorry! The assistant made a mistake just now, it should be this, this is the right thing—"

He took another ziplock bag from Mu Zi, which was also a handkerchief.

"West Indian sea island cotton, 100% pure natural fiber fabric...well, there is a slight scratch on one corner." Qu Mingjun repeated Qin Jun's words just now and raised the handkerchief to him, "If I remember correctly, You seem to have just said that this handkerchief is custom-made and it is not available for sale outside, so can you explain why this handkerchief appears in Wu Xinhan's closet?"