"Lawyer Chen," Su Ziceng extended his hand, and the two exchanged brief greetings.
Chen Jiachun felt somewhat uneasy; where was that man whose voice over the phone alone was reassuring? Chen Jiachun wasn't prejudiced against women, but this woman in front of him looked too young. Her eyes were clear, resembling a dust-free porcelain vase—typical of rich young ladies.
The car used for the pickup was quite old and bumpy on the road. Su Ziceng, who drove, did not show any discomfort. Sitting in the driver's seat, she kept her back straight, sweat continuously trickling down her forehead, not blinking, driving directly to the Mo City police station.
"Young people, they handle things quite efficiently," Chen Jiachun thought to himself; he also disliked some past clients, especially those from big corporations, who liked to fuss about everything before getting down to business.
