The next day, when the mobile phone on the table vibrated while Song Yao was checking and approving the documents of the fashion show in the company.
She didn't care much about it at first. She just glanced at it casually, but when she saw the name on the screen, her eyes stopped.
"Let's meet downstairs. I have something to tell you."
It was a message from Song Xinyue, with a location below, which was the coffee shop opposite the Ye group.
Before Song Yao could respond, another new message popped up.
"Don't hide. We'll see each other sooner or later."
Looking at the words on it, Song Yao sneered. Song Xinyue really thought highly of herself. She should be the one to be afraid.
But it was true that they would meet again sooner or later. Song Yao was looking forward to how Song Xinyue would live in the future.
Half an hour later, the expression on Song Xinyue's face was gradually replaced by impatience.