The next morning at nine, Lu Ming pushed open the glass door of Zhengxin Law Firm.

The round-faced receptionist wasn't there; a half-finished cup of soy milk sat on the desk, and the computer screen displayed a divorce agreement template.

Fang Yu's office door was open.

Today, she wore a cream-colored blouse with the sleeves rolled up once. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders. On her desk lay four or five documents, and her laptop displayed two windows: one was a legal database, the other a government bulletin webpage.