Zhou Hao met An Shuyao at the entrance of the office building.
It was the plum rain season recently, and Jiang City was shrouded in continuous rain with thunder rumbling. The low-lying areas were flooded up to the thighs. An Shuyao held an umbrella, but she was still drenched like a wet cat; the strong wind turned her umbrella inside out, breaking several spokes. She crouched by the glass door, silent and still, and even the security guards couldn't bear to drive her away.
Zhou Hao merely glanced over as he hurried past, not expecting the young girl to follow him, specifically naming him, saying she had a case and wanted to hire him as her lawyer, but was turned away by his assistant.
Zhou Hao didn't take it seriously. He had plenty of clients seeking him out by reputation, mostly turned away by his assistant. Occasionally, some persistent clients would block his way downstairs, begging for his help—he was an elite lawyer, and he generally didn't take ordinary cases.
