Wen Jie set the book aside. He lifted his long lashes, his crimson lips parting slightly. "You may leave first."
He was speaking to the butler.
The butler took the hint and withdrew.
"..." Shen Lang's delicate brows furrowed as she realized. "You tricked me?"
Only the two of them remained in the study.
Warm light spilled in from the window, adding a touch of bright color to the room.
Wen Jie glanced at her, his voice icy. "Not exactly a trick."
'Shen Lang had a strange feeling his next words would be, 'You were just being stupid.''
"Then where's the lawyer?"
"Gone."
"You were the one who told me to come see the lawyer." Shen Lang stared at him, seemingly determined to get an explanation.
Wen Jie's crimson lips curled slightly. He said slowly, "...Come here."
"What?"
"Come over here and sit down." He repeated himself patiently.
'Shen Lang began to wonder if she'd heard him wrong. Was this bastard crazy?'
'She was here for a divorce, not a heart-to-heart talk!'
