Lin Chuan covered his mouth with his hand, forming a sound barrier, and turned his head toward Shen Qianqian, "Don't worry, everything is under control."
"Really?"
Shen Qianqian's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"We've known each other for a long time, don't you understand me yet?" Lin Chuan said with a watery smile.
"Pah, who's known you for a long time?"
Shen Qianqian bit her lip and glanced at Lin Chuan.
"Not old acquaintances? Er, old friends, I misspoke," Lin Chuan corrected himself.
Shen Qianqian huffed.
Then, her gaze fell on a corner of the consultation room.
There, Qin Zhiyuan was interfacing with Wu Zheng.
Wu Zheng looked very young, clean-cut even though he had short hair, but his hairline wasn't high, lacking the convincing appearance of experienced lawyers.
Lawyers, to some extent, are like doctors.
The less hair, the more convincing they seem.