Li Zecheng was a little surprised. "Three million is not a small amount. Who would lend you that much?" In his eyes, Qiao An had a narrow social circle, few friends, and even fewer rich friends.
Qiao An looked at him coldly. "Li Zecheng, there are many eager donors in this society. Not everyone is as heartless as you."
Li Zecheng was a little ashamed.
Qiao An dismissed him. "Li Zecheng, you don't have to come to me in the future. I'll find a lawyer to draw up our divorce agreement. If you have any questions, you can just communicate with the lawyer directly in the future. I never want to see you again."
With that, Qiao An closed her eyes wearily, as if one more look at him would turn her stomach.
Li Zecheng looked at the heartless Qiao An in disbelief. He had never dreamed that Qiao An, who had once been filled with love for him, would now hate him so much.
