Attorney Fu has been practicing strict self-discipline for thirty years, and the word "out of control" does not exist in the dictionary of life.
Until a painter moved next door who stayed up all day and was out at night. He was always singing on the balcony at three o'clock in the morning.
He couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on the door, only to see the other party stepping on the paint with his bare feet: "Would you like to come in for a cup of honey water?"
Later, the assistant discovered that Lawyer Fu, who always came to work on time, started to be late.
The shirt collar is occasionally stained with suspicious watercolors, and there is a jar of handmade lemon candies on the table.
The most terrifying thing is——
He smiled softly into his cell phone in the conference room: "I want to listen to your little tune from yesterday tonight."
The call interface displays a note: My night cat.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
