"Fei Fei, come down, I'm waiting in the car for you, I have something to show you."
A few minutes later, Ling Fei's phone, which she had carelessly tossed on the sofa, rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Song Tian Mo.
"What is it?" After hesitating for a moment, Ling Fei couldn't curb her curiosity and sent a few words back.
"The divorce agreement, the one I signed last time... Do you really not trust me, thinking I'm lying? Come down, I'm not deceiving you, you will see with your own eyes." Another message from Song Tian Mo popped up.
Ling Fei tightened her grip on the phone.
Song Tian Mo sat in the Maybach, his handsome brows slightly furrowed as he checked his phone from time to time and looked up toward the apartment where Ling Fei lived.
Ling Fei didn't reply to the message again.
She didn't say she would come down, nor did she say she wouldn't.