"What if I don't agree, Lu Chenyuan? I don't agree to break up with you." Lin Yan's hand under the table clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, tears spinning in her eyes.
"Continuing to make a scene like this is meaningless, let's part on good terms. There is no longer a need for you and I to be together. The answer you want—I'm giving it to you now. Don't keep messaging me endlessly."
Lu Chenyuan took out a document folder from the briefcase brought in earlier, a bank card on its exterior, and walked over to Lin Yan, placing it in front of her.
Lin Yan's slender back trembled slightly, "What do you mean? Are you giving me a breakup fee?"
