The leather pouch's mouth loosened, and a coin clinked onto the table, rolling toward Gai Yu's hand, spinning a few times before settling on the table face down.
Gai Yu glanced at the one-cent coin on the table. "What's this?"
"The fifty thousand is the initial contract payment Fengyun International made to Ms. Ning previously, with the remaining change calculated as interest according to the highest bank rate at the time."
Su Ying's face beamed with a smile, but her words made both Gai Yu and Zhou Rong, standing nearby, furrow their brows.
This money was originally Ning Xiaofei's rightful share; now that the contract was terminated, she no longer had the right to any of it. To also return such a trivial amount of interest, especially hinting at "the highest bank rate," seemed small-minded, as if Fengyun International was making a mountain out of a molehill over a small sum of money.
