Qin Bo was taken aback.
Ten million?
Why was the Young Madam looking at ten million in front of her?
Curious, Qin Bo casually asked, "Did the Young Master give it to you?"
"No, it was his grandfather."
Qin Bo was taken aback again.
The commander?
What was the old master doing giving the Young Madam ten million?
Qin Bo glanced at the silver box on the coffee table and then at the Young Madam, who looked utterly composed.
Could it be like in the TV shows, where the old master was giving the Young Madam this money to make her leave the Young Master?
"Young Madam, this money... What's it for?" Though just a servant, he felt he needed to tell the Young Master if this was the case.
Gu Qiangwei pursed her lips, her gaze moving away from the silver box.
Just as she was about to speak, a sudden screech of car brakes came from outside.
Both turned their heads in unison to see Qin Sijue stride in with a swift and decisive manner, a trace of displeasure on his previously calm face.
