"Creak."
The door opened.
Jiang Chen saw a man.
A man who could truly be described as a "successful person."
Dressed in a suit and polished shoes, his shiny leather shoes, and impeccably-tied printed silk tie, almost wrote "career accomplished" on his face.
Jiang Chen vaguely felt that the man looked familiar.
"Who are you looking for?"
Seeing a man open the door seemed to surprise the visitor, who stepped back, carefully checked the apartment number, then seemed to confirm he hadn't knocked on the wrong door.
"Is Fang Qing here?"
Looking for Fang Qing?
Figures.
Jiang Chen silently chuckled.
This was Fang Qing's apartment; if the man wasn't here to see Fang Qing, was he here to see him?
"She's here."
He nodded, stepped aside, and called into the house, "Fang Qing."
A man in his thirties stood silently at the doorway.
Footsteps approached, and soon, Fang Qing appeared.
"Lawyer Ding?"
She, too, seemed surprised by the visitor.
Lawyer Ding?
