Lawyer Yang reached out his hands, greeting with a smile, "Hello, Mrs. Ye."
He Xiyan simply touched the man's palm out of politeness.
She could not see through the lawyer's smile, nor did she know what there was to smile about.
"He has asked you to draw up the papers, right?" The moment she sat down, He Xiyan went straight to the point.
Such scene was quite heavy to her.
Seeing her so straightforward, Lawyer Yang did not say anything out of politeness but took some papers out of his bag with black characters written clearly on them.
He handed the papers in front of He Xiyan.
Soon the big characters "divorce agreement" on the first page, like a knife, pierced her eyes.
She wiped her eye corners and, prickled by these characters, her heart suddenly tensed.
