My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious
“Three months are up. Sign this, and we’re getting divorced.”
Qin Miaomiao said, tossing the divorce agreement in front of him.
Lu Qing looked up, his gaze deep and unfathomable. After a moment's pause, he pulled out another document from the drawer and pushed it in front of her.
“What’s this?”
“It’s still the marriage contract, but with an extension.”
“How long is the extension... mmph... mmph...”
“If 100 years feels too long, we can keep going.”
