"That person also asked," "Which floor are you going to?"
Fu Yan raised his hand and pressed the button beside the 12th floor for the 13th floor.
"Alright then."
After the person left, the elevator doors quickly closed.
Sheng Congzhi looked down at her phone.
Sheng Wanrou had just sent her a WeChat message, "Come to Room 1201, Dongting is here too, let's discuss the divorce."
She put down the phone, and the 12th floor had arrived.
Sheng Congzhi quickly walked out.
The corridor was quiet.
The heat wave inside her body also began to ferment recklessly over time.
Even without experience in this area, Sheng Congzhi was starting to feel that something was wrong.
It seemed that this marriage could not be annulled for the time being...
She leaned against the wall, her fingers trembling as she pulled out her phone and dialed Qin Zhenzhen's mobile number.
However, the phone just kept ringing on the other end, but no one answered...
