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While Lu Yinfeng was still in a daze, Mo Qianyan pulled a pen from his pocket, bit off the cap with his mouth, and handed it to her.
"This was drafted by the lawyer who prepared our divorce agreement before, absolutely impartial, fair to both old and young."
"Sign it, and once you put down your name, the suitcase will be yours."
Lu Yinfeng stared at the densely packed text on the agreement, her vision blurring as tears muddled her eyes.
Luckily, the paper completely obscured her face, and her distraught expression went unseen by Mo Qianyan.
"Is this your idea or Mo Nanze's?" Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but ask.
Mo Qianyan was startled and felt an inexplicable irritation.
When Lu Yinfeng signed their divorce agreement initially, she did not have so many questions.