Divorce Agreement

"Because our Shengxia is such a person," Tan Qing said softly. His own matters were a mess, yet he still had the mood to meddle in other people's business."

".. Tan Qing, why don't you ever scold me? Don't you think I'm stupid?"

--Because you are always the cutest in my eyes.

'Who asked me to be stupider than you, but I still like you.'

Tan Qing smiled faintly." You're so cute and stupid. How could I bear to scold you?" Look at you, the wound on your hand hasn't healed yet, and your knee is injured. I'll take you to a nearby hospital to bandage it. Remember, you are a designer. Your hands are very important. You're a model too. Every part of your body is important. You're someone who wants to show your beauty to the world. How can you let yourself get hurt so easily?"

Li Shengxia's knee had been scratched by the fragments of the antique vase that Mo Nianchen had smashed earlier.

She didn't even realize that she was injured until now.

"Yes." She nodded.

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