Li Group, top-floor president's conference room.
When Li Lingyang's phone rang, he was in the middle of a meeting, the morning sunlight streaming through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and casting a faint halo on the handsome face of the man.
Seeing Ning Yichu's number, he was not at all surprised, and the corners of his mouth curled up in pleasure, "Did you receive the car?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yichu's irritated voice came through the phone, "Li Lingyang, what do you mean by sending a car?"
Li Lingyang leaned back lazily in his chair, his interest piqued as he said, "You don't have a car, so I sent you one, is there a problem?"
"Of course there's a problem, an ex-husband sending his ex-wife a car, do you think that's appropriate?" Ning Yichu's face was covered with a cold frost, "You can have someone drive it back."
A normal car would have been fine, but this was a Maserati.