Chapter 6
I asked the driver to take Duan Tao home first, and I found a seat by the window at a nearby café.
From here, I couldn’t see the company entrance, but that didn’t matter.
Because I could see the cars exiting the underground parking.
I finished three cups of coffee.
Finally, around six-thirty in the evening, I saw Duan Qinghong’s car.
I reached out and snapped a photo.
Along with the video I had just received of him holding hands with a woman in the underground parking, I sent it all to Cha Congshen.
The reply came: “?”
“Tomorrow morning at ten, come to me to sign the legal consultant contract. I’ll arrange for a driver to pick you up.”
“Really? What kind of dispute does a housewife who’s been behind the scenes for years want to consult on?”
“Divorce.”
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