Call Lu Qingqing's lawyer in the evening? Can't you call during the day?
Fu Yisheng raised an eyebrow, "Hello, Lawyer Zhao, may I ask what you need with my wife?"
When a lawyer gets involved, it's never a small matter.
"Oh, it's Mr. Fu." Zhao Jinpeng clearly knew about Lu Qingqing's situation very well, greeted Fu Yisheng politely, and then said, "May I ask if Mrs. Fu is available to take the call?"
"She's not available right now; I'll have her return your call in ten minutes."
"Alright, thank you, Mr. Fu."
Fu Yisheng hung up the phone, deep in thought, unable to figure out the purpose of Zhao Jinpeng's call.
Jinpeng Law Firm?
Sorry, it's too small a name in the industry; Fu Yisheng had never heard of it.
If he wasn't holding Pengpeng, Yisheng might have looked up some information about Jinpeng Law Firm online, but fearing Pengpeng's interest in electronic devices, he had to wait until Lu Qingqing came out from her bath.