Deep Love Can't Offset Age-Old Hatred

“My pen is over there. I have already signed it.” The man lazily sat on the sofa. On the tea table was a divorce agreement.
Her face was pale, but she slowly let out a laugh. “Divorce? Is this the price?”
Many years later, the bright and beautiful her appeared on television, instantly confusing his heart.
In front of the business negotiation table, he held her hand. “Miss Chai, I think you look familiar.”
“Hehe, Mr. Qiao, this is the 21st century. Your shamelessness is too childish.” Her beautiful eyes moved, and she reached out to grab the wrist of the man beside her. She smiled and said, “Moreover, my boyfriend will be unhappy if he hears this.”
At that moment, Qiao only wanted to hit someone.