Shu Pan wiped away her tears with her hand, and her heart gradually calmed down.
A faint smile appeared on her face, hollow and feeble.
"Tomorrow, I'll have the lawyer bring the divorce agreement. Sign it as soon as possible," Gu Shaoting's tone was impatient.
"What about the property distribution?" Shu Pan bit her lip and said in a rather pragmatic tone.
"What do you think? Do you think you're entitled to bring that up?" Gu Shaoting suddenly found her like this repulsive.
Shu Pan's expression remained blank. "Don't worry, anything that shouldn't be mine, I won't take. But what's rightfully mine, I'll claim."
"Your father forced my father to his death back then. Now you have the audacity to ask me for money to help him clear his debts? Do you still have the face to mention property?" Gu Shaoting's lips curled with irony.
It was as if Shu Pan had been slapped hard across the face. Once again, she was humiliated by her own actions.