Qu Tong was led to the penthouse suite by Si Yuting, uncomfortably placed onto the soft, large bed.
Si Yuting grabbed Qu Tong's ankle, and Qu Tong instantly became alert, "Si Yuting, we're already divorced!"
"I haven't agreed," Si Yuting said, his voice deep, without looking up, and Qu Tong couldn't see his expression.
Qu Tong frowned, not understanding what Si Yuting meant.
A warm towel wiped over her soles, followed by a dry towel, then they were slipped into new slippers.
It was only then that Si Yuting looked up, gazing seriously at Qu Tong. "Ali..."
Qu Tong interrupted, "Admiral, it's more appropriate if you call me Miss Qu."
Si Yuting: "..."
"Let's talk about the divorce."
"No talking. The money that's reached my pocket is mine," Qu Tong said, dangling her feet, her face showing resistance.
Si Yuting: "..."
When people are utterly speechless, they really tend to burst into laughter.
The more tender and clingy Ali used to be, the more choking she is now.
