At a height slightly over 1.7 meters and on the thin side, he stared at Yan Zao's face for a second upon seeing her, then he smiled and extended his hand to her, "Miss Yan."
Yan Zao smiled and reached out to shake his hand, "You must have had a long journey."
Generosity is not the same as status.
Wang Weigang nodded and bowed, "It's my duty."
He seemed nothing like the cold and haughty presence he'd shown in online communications.
Whether traveling from Hai City to Suzhou or from Suzhou to Hai City, it was like the city's high-speed train—many schedules, but each train was crowded, with people swarming out like bees.
Yan Zao withdrew her hand and said indifferently, "Let's talk while we walk."
"Sure."
The car was parked in the underground lot of the station, still Yan Huacheng's Buick. Wang Weigang took the passenger seat, and Yan Zao handed him the prepared documents, "Lawyer Wang, these are the materials I've gathered. The case is actually quite simple, please have a look."
