Zhang Yu successfully wrapped up this case once again. Just coming out of court, she was about to tell her assistant to take on new cases in a few days. Everyone had been busy with this case, and to say they weren't tired would be a lie.
Before she could speak, her phone rang. Taking it out, she saw it was Zhang Jiang calling, and she felt a bit puzzled.
They usually didn't have much contact unless it was about Zhang Fugui or Zhang Hai's embarrassments, or issues regarding the real estate company's development.
As soon as Zhang Yu answered the call, she heard Zhang Jiang's urgent voice on the other end: "The old man is not doing well. You must come back quickly."
"What?" Zhang Yu was stunned, her face full of disbelief: "How is that possible? A few days ago, when I talked to the old man, he said he was recovering well and was about to go back to the nursing home."
