He made her feel neither offended nor uneasy, but instead gave her the strange impression that he could see right through her. Only then did he leisurely extend his hand and give hers a light shake. His palm was large, warm, and dry, with faint calluses on his fingertips.
“Gu Yu.” He introduced himself, concise and decisive. “Pardon the interruption. You’re younger and more beautiful than I expected, Attorney Su.” From anyone else, in another setting or tone, it might have sounded flirtatious. From him, however, it came across as nothing more than a calm observation.
“You’re too kind, Mr. Gu.” Wanqing withdrew her hand and sat elegantly across from him. “The receptionist said you’re here about the ‘South City Redevelopment’ project?”
Gu Yu sat down opposite her too, leaning back slightly with the relaxed air of someone in his own living room. “That’s right. I know Shenghua is Hengji Group’s chief legal counsel, and the biggest holdout in this project, the owner of that stretch of old Western-style houses, is my grandmother.
