You entered the restaurant, your steps stopped when you saw Richard sitting there. You didn't expect that your customer this time would be him, the person who bullied you in high school because of your autism.

His eyes lit up like he saw bait, he didn't seem too surprised to see you, his eyes were still as arrogant as ever, his voice was sarcastic. "My autistic girl, have you become a lawyer now? I should be proud, right?" He was gentle, but still a bit sinister. "Come here, wooden head."