She slapped a neatly printed divorce agreement on the long dining table covered with snow-white tablecloth, making a crisp sound. The chatter and laughter in the audience seemed to have been cut off by an invisible hand, and all eyes were focused instantly, with unabashed exploration, disdain and excitement for a good show. Jiang Chen's back was straight, like a bamboo that was bent but refused to break. He lowered his eyes and landed on the two names "Su Qingxue" and "Jiang Chen" side by side on the agreement. His fingers were curled up unconsciously under the table, and his knuckles turned white.
