The Custody of Wanwan

The lawyer arranged by the law firm was named Song Juan, a young man in his twenties. He wore a meticulously tailored suit, a deep blue tie, and a pair of glasses with a metal frame, giving him a neat and serious appearance, with a polite demeanor.

Song Juan pushed open the glass door of the lounge and glanced over when he raised his eyes, spotting Xia Zhihuai sitting on the sofa. Although Xia Zhihuai had taken off his hat, he still had his mask on. However, his facial features and bone structure were exceptional, exuding a rare elegance and nobility. This made Song Juan vaguely feel a sense of familiarity.

“Hello, I am Song Juan, the lawyer from Wenjing Law Firm,” Song Juan greeted.

Xia Zhihuai took off his mask and stood up, saying, “Hello, Lawyer Song. I am Xia Zhihuai.”