Zhuang Bufan walked around the three-wheeled cart, curiously touching the iron frame on top.
"Did you guys weld this thing on yourselves?"
"No, I bought it used. It came like this," said Ma Lu.
Not long after Ms. Chen left, the two of them also came down from upstairs. Zhen Ye had intended to pay Zhuang Bufan's legal fees, but Zhuang Bufan refused him.
It wasn't that he didn't want to take it, but mainly because he and Ma Lu were from the same class, and were both graduating this year, still in their internship period.
All that talk about being an agent and such was just Zhuang Bufan's way of intimidating Ms. Chen.
In actuality, he wasn't yet allowed to take on cases, and he couldn't even charge for consultations, or he'd be in trouble if it got reported to the bar association.
Before leaving, Zhuang Bufan reminded Zhen Ye that if her aunt hadn't transferred the money within ten days, she could contact him again.