This was the first time she’d called him since the divorce, and he had no idea why. “Fu Jinglin is here with me, Mr. Fu. I need you to come and get him,” Rong Shu said, a headache already forming as she looked at the young man sitting on her doormat. Fu Jingting’s brow furrowed. “Jinglin is at your place again?” “Yes, and I can’t get him to leave.” “I understand. I’m on my way,” Fu Jingting replie