C33 The Powerful Ye Jing

The air was unusually silent, and deep in Xinying's eyes, there was a struggle.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds.

A minute passed, and Xinying was still hesitating.

"Ms. Xinying, please answer directly. Is it true that your husband, Ye Fann, instructed the defendant to deliver fake wine?" the judge asked again.

As the words fell, silence returned.

Then, the judge asked for the third time