"If I didn't want to help you, I wouldn't see you today." He sighed, then took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to her.
"This is the transfer of ownership to the first class of nan. I said I'll leave nan First Class to you and I'll keep my word."
"The first class is also considered a mansion in Detroit. It costs almost one hundred thousand square meters, while first class has two hundred and nine square meters, which is only twenty million. This is my compensation."
"Twenty millions?" Her voice shrieked piercingly.
"Cross, in your heart, is our love only worth 20 million?"
"I don't know how much love costs. I don't think love is measured by money, right?"
Wearily said: "This is the divorce fee for you. If it is too small, you may not want to do this. In the worst case, I will sell the first-class."
No? Isn't she a fool? How could he not? Twenty million is better than nothing.
