"Chu Xiu, listen to me, Xu Bingfeng's accounts have already been checked by someone. There's less than three hundred bucks in all his accounts. Checking his recent transactions, he transferred the amounts from his cards months ago. Even though it's not much, looking at his income flow, if you two divorce, you won't get much child support each month."
Lu Chenyuan spoke to Chu Xiu, presenting her with the worst possible outcome so far.
Chu Xiu's lips trembled; Lu Chenyuan's words felt like a death sentence to her.
Marrying this man for ten years, only to end up with this result—she couldn't possibly accept it. So, it turns out Xu Bingfeng had made his arrangements long ago.
Lin Yan pressed her lips tightly, a flash of anger passing through her eyes. How could there be so many "ifs."
Xu Bingfeng, this man, was utterly shameless and vile.
Chu Xiu was at a loss, her mind in turmoil, and she looked up to ask, "What should I do? What do I need to do now?"
