573 One lamp lights another, until ten thousand rooms are all illuminated.

Second Ring Road.

Tianhe Law Firm.

When the famed founder of the firm, Ding He, stepped out of his office, he found the lights still on outside.

Approaching, he saw Fang Qing at her desk, while everyone else had long since left work.

"I hope you're not waiting specifically for me," he joked.

At the sound, Fang Qing, who was engrossed in her computer, turned her head and smiled, "Just checking some information."

Ding He looked at his wristwatch, "But it's almost nine o'clock."

"I'll be leaving soon."

"Do you need me to wait for you?" Ding He asked.

"No need, Attorney Ding, please go ahead."

"Alright."

Ding He nodded in agreement, a man in his thirties, successful in his career and charming in demeanor.

It was no wonder Tong Dan spoke so highly of him; he indeed was a very charismatic man.

After Ding He turned around, Fang Qing massaged her temples, took a slow breath, and continued to stare at the computer screen, moving the mouse.