Zhao Dezhu put down his phone, walked to the door, and yanked it open, only to find nothing there. He then leaned against the door frame, gasping for breath heavily.
It took him a while to catch his breath.
He thought to himself, "Could it be that I've been too tired lately? I even thought I saw my son."
But there hadn't been that much going on recently.
Confused, he went back to his seat, picked up the phone, and dialed Ruan Hongzhuang again.
Although Lawyer Zhao was the legal consultant for Red Hearts International, he didn't work at Red Hearts International; he had his own law firm.
Red Hearts International was a major client of his, sending a significant amount of fees to his firm every year, for which he provided legal support.
"President Ruan."
"Lawyer Zhao, do you have a resolution?" asked Ruan Hongzhuang.
