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After becoming a famous tofu beauty, the first customer at the stall today was her ex-husband Lu Minjing, who had been divorced for three years. Through the steaming smoke, I looked at him in a suit and tie, carefully wiping the juice from the corners of the mouth of the woman next to him. "Boss, two portions of stinky tofu, less spicy." When he raised his eyes to scan the code, he glanced at my face and said in disbelief. "Shen Xiran, how did you... Have fallen to this point?" "Didn't I give you five million when we divorced?" He looked pale and stared at me, as if waiting for an explanation. I didn't respond. I lowered my head and tied the stinky tofu with an iron pick. When I handed it over, I deliberately avoided his eyes. He didn't answer, but solemnly ordered the bodyguard to send Jiang Xitang back, and then asked me with red eyes: "Why did you change all the contact information? I thought you were doing well!" "You will move to my new apartment tomorrow. After all, you were my woman before, and I should take care of you." I refused decisively and pulled down my loose trouser legs to cover the prosthetic limbs. "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for taking the trouble, I'm living a good life." "