When the divorce letter was slapped on the iron table, Lu Chen's takeout box hadn't even had time to put down.
There was a crowd outside the shack.
The Su family's motorcade stopped at the entrance of Tiepeng Street. The black suspension vehicle pressed against the sewage pit, and its body was so bright that it was dazzling.
Su Wanqing stood in front of the door. Her white dress was so clean that it was incompatible with the street.
Behind her is Han Shaochen.
The young master of Tianqiong Financial Group.
Among the younger generation in Neon City, he is a genius who has been praised by the martial arts alliance.
Su Wanqing pushed an electronic pen in front of Lu Chen.
"Sign it."
Lu Chen looked at the piece of paper.
Letter of dissolution of engagement.
The compensation amount is thirty thousand credits.
The note also said, voluntary release.
