It was a luxurious suite. A sheer lace curtain covered the living room window, and it gave one a hazy view of the outside.
Yan Rusheng walked in. On the couch sat a slightly plump middle-aged man.
When the man saw Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng, he laughed as he stood up. "President Yan. President Ming."
"Lawyer Zhou." Yan Rusheng smiled and politely nodded. His steps remained steadfast as he walked over and shook hands with the man.
Both of them sat down after that.
Lu Yishan served them tea.
…
Both of them emerged from the hotel. Against the blazing sun, Ming Ansheng knitted his eyebrows and looked at Yan Rusheng with a smile. "You can breathe easy now."
Yan Rusheng sighed. "Not yet."
Ming Ansheng tightly pressed his lips at the corner. He then patted Yan Rusheng on his shoulders in reassurance. "We can only do our best."
