The initial persuasion, to put it nicely, was a heart-to-heart talk; to put it bluntly, it was coercion.
This coercion she had no power to resist.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Shen Cexian leaned on the sofa and asked indifferently.
Zhou Ran stopped speaking and picked up the teacup to drink.
The cup of green tea in front of Xu Chaomu had already gone cold, and her heart had long turned to ice.
Every word between Zhou Ran and Shen Cexian was etched into her mind. She heard them clearly and understood perfectly.
She lacked a distinguished family background, gentleness, and sense; she was not worthy of Shen Chi, nor to bear his child.
She was destined to not be a good wife, at least, not a good wife suitable for Shen Chi.
She acknowledged all of that.
"Director Shen." Xu Chaomu said slowly, "If I sign the divorce agreement, when do you plan to sign the authorization letter?"
That was the only compensation she could secure for herself.
"Immediately."
