"Attorney Fang, thank you."
As Wei Wei drove back from Yanjiao, those eyes tinged with a numb smile incessantly haunted her mind, refusing to dissipate.
Because the criminal facts were clear, Guan Libing had been transferred to the detention center and would soon face the judgment of fate.
At the bottom of the law firm building.
Fang Qing sat in her car for a while to compose herself before heading upstairs.
"Fang Qing, you were out of sight all day, where did you go?"
When she returned to her desk, her curious colleague from the next cubicle asked.
This colleague was also a young woman, merely two years older than Fang Qing, a graduate from Jing University, a definitive elite among the public, but in the talent-concentrated Tianhe Law Firm, she wasn't particularly outstanding and had relatively little experience.
Because of this, she had no airs about her and was on fairly good terms with Fang Qing, who had joined the law firm not long ago.
"I went to Yanjiao."