"Is my husband so heartless?" Song Yan tearfully asked.
Jiang Jingchen, impatient, said, "I'll give you three minutes. After that, Jiang Xing's people will send you to hell, and I'll toss your body to the wild dogs. There won't be a bone left for them to gnaw on!"
Song Yan was so frightened that her entire body was trembling. She opened the document and saw that Jiang Xing could already sign it.
When she was signing, her hand that was holding the pen was trembling violently.
In a twisted, crooked manner, she signed her name. The lawyer who followed Jiang Jingchen stamped the document, making it effective.
Jiang Jingchen looked at Song Yan. "So, this is the image Jiang Xing has in your eyes. How disappointing. Heh."
"You, what do you mean?"
"Boring. Now, get out of the Jiang family!"
"I need to pack my things."