The officer on duty in the lobby had already notified the person in charge of the case—the same middle-aged officer who had just questioned Wu Yun.
The middle-aged officer walked out and came up to Zhang Guowei.
Zhang Guowei handed over his business card and introduced himself. "Hello, Officer. I'm Wu Yun's private lawyer. This is my card. May I ask your surname, Officer?"
"My surname is Wang!" The middle-aged officer felt a headache coming on. He hated dealing with these slick-talking lawyers the most, even though the case was straightforward. That young man, Wu Yun, wasn't going to be in any real trouble.
Wu Yun was in no mood to listen to Lawyer Zhang and Officer Wang's exchange. A perfectly good evening had been ruined by a few thugs, leaving a disgusting taste in his mouth, like finding a fly in his food.
