"Miss Qiao, are you alright?"
Qiao An was feeling very down, her face buried in her palms, her voice muffled and seemingly trembling, "Xia Lin, did I ruin Mu Jingxi?"
If it weren't for the incident three years ago, he would still be the spirited young master Mu.
Instead of being like now, handcuffed, brought into the courtroom, waiting for the trial verdict.
"Miss Qiao, don't say that. It's not about whether you ruined him or not, what's done is done, and you can only say that both you and young master Mu are victims."
"In S Country, if the charge of sexual assault is established, how many years will be sentenced?"
Xia Lin thought for a moment, "It depends on the severity of the situation and the attitude of repentance, at lightest three years to under seven years, at most ten to under twenty years."
That is to say, the lightest punishment is three years?
Qiao An's body shivered slightly, deep in self-blame.
