"I'll have someone pick you up and bring you back to the manor tomorrow afternoon."
"Back?" Shen Lang's voice was gentle, tinged with amusement. "Let's not forget we're already divorced. Even if we weren't, that manor was never my place. How could you use the word 'back'?"
Wen Jie's gaze darkened. "It doesn't count," he said suddenly.
"...What?" Shen Lang was taken aback.
"We haven't gone through the official procedures yet. It doesn't count." His voice was elegant and coolly magnetic, like jade adorned with ice.
...?' With all the legal expertise of a complete layman, Shen Lang didn't understand.
She thought going to the Civil Affairs Bureau was just about getting a divorce certificate. Once they both signed, she assumed the divorce was final.
'I can't believe it works like that...'
Shen Lang was shocked by his shamelessness.
Wen Jie's voice was ice-cold. "Come to the manor tomorrow. There's something I need to discuss with you."
