"Sign."
A piece of paper fell in front of me, and I didn't even bother to hand it over with a pen.
Su Qing leaned on the plastic chair at the Civil Affairs Bureau, crossing her legs and scrolling through her phone without even raising her eyelids. The staff at the window looked at me and then at her, with an awkward expression as if she had been constipated for three days.
I stared at the divorce agreement, my fingers a little unruly.
