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At long last, it was the afternoon of the fifth day of the new year. Zhou Yu arrived leisurely at the law firm for their meeting.
By that time, Wen Yuan was already pacing nervously in the law firm, having drunk her fill of tea. When someone called for "Lawyer Zhou," she looked up and saw the imposing aura Zhou Yu carried, sharp and intimidating. Wen Yuan's hand, clasping the cup, shook involuntarily before she composed herself and assumed a relaxed posture.
Zhou Yu finally understood why Manman had said on the phone that this Wen Yuan was no simple character.
To her, Wen Yuan was slippery as an eel, a thousand times more cunning than the slyest fox.