Without waiting for Ling Fei to respond, Song Tianmo hung up the phone abruptly.
Ling Fei held her phone, her almond eyes wide open.
Damn!
Young Master Song!
Can't you stop being so headstrong every time?
Annoyed, Ling Fei tossed her phone down and darted into the bathroom, deciding to ignore him.
Song Tianmo was in the United States; what could he do to her even if she didn't comply?
Song Tianmo's phone call did not ruin Ling Fei's good mood for meeting Chu Luo. She sang to herself, taking a relaxing shower.
The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, her phone rang.
It was a call from Li Hou.
"Miss Ling, I am currently waiting downstairs. Mr. Song asks you to come down immediately so I can take you home to rest."
Ling Fei rolled her eyes. Wrapped up in the hotel's towel, she sat unladylike on the bed with her legs crossed: "I'm already in bed. You can go back, no need to pick me up."
She quickly hung up the phone after speaking.