C33 The Domineering Ye Jing

The silence was eerie as Huang Xinying's eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds.

A full minute ticked by, and Huang Xinying was still wrestling with her decision.

"Miss Huang Xinying, please answer the question directly. Did your husband, Ye Fann, instruct the defendant to distribute counterfeit wine?" the judge pressed once more