Chen Yuan walked out of the detention center with a spring in his step. On his way out, he told the captain not to see him off, shaking his hand and thanking him profusely.
The sun was bright, and the secluded street beneath the plane trees was dappled with sunlight.
A gentle breeze blew past.
But Chen Yuan's mood was even lighter than the breeze.
The discussion had run about ten minutes over schedule. When Chen Yuan returned to the car, Pei Youwen was on the phone handling business, while the driver was getting drowsy from the wait.
Seeing him approach, the driver instantly perked up.
"Looks like the talk went well," Pei Youwen said with a shrug, hanging up his phone.
"How did you know?"
"My dear young master, just look at that smile. The corners of your mouth haven't dipped once the entire walk over."
Chen Yuan froze for a second before quickly suppressing his smile.
'He really had been a little too obvious.'
