He looked at Cheng Chuxiao and the others.
He said coldly, "According to legal and logical presumption, a dog that has been beaten usually has two reactions: either it tucks its tail and flees, or it reveals its ferocity and fights back."
"In the video, we can clearly see this dog didn't run away. Instead, it continued to charge towards our elderly Mr. Zhang Qingyuan, who then picked up his walking stick to strike back in self-defense."
"Let me ask, if the dog had run away after being hit just once, considering Mr. Zhang Qingyuan's mobility at seventy-eight years of age, could he really have chased down a vigorous young dog?"
As he spoke, Qin Mu extended his hand and pointed to Zhang Qingyuan, who was seated beside him in the plaintiff's chair, signaling for him to say a few words.
But he discovered Zhang Qingyuan was sitting there, his head surprisingly tilted to one side.
"ZZZZ—"
He had started snoring.
