Gong Yeyan narrowed his gaze and handed over a cheque he had already prepared.
Ming Ge lightly raised an eyebrow, "What does this mean?"
The man's explanation was concise, "Compensation for emotional distress."
Ming Ge, "..."
Being chased and bitten by a dog indeed caused great emotional harm.
Ming Ge received the cheque between her fingers and glanced at the amount.
A hundred thousand.
True to a tycoon.
Even the act of throwing a cheque had such a refined and elegant pretext.
Ming Ge tore up the cheque without batting an eyelid, "Rip—"
As she tore it, she questioned inwardly.
"Is my action of tearing up the cheque quick and stylish, and will the financier think I'm a woman who sees money as dirt, pure and unworldly, completely different from those gaudy women out there?"
The System responded with an indifferent face, "You're crazy."
Yeyan watched her movements, unromantically asking, "Are you dissatisfied with the amount?"
