Seeing that Gu Xia refused to go somewhere else to talk in detail, Du Anqi suppressed the rage in her heart.
She took a check from her bag and handed it over.
Gu Xia didn't accept it but glanced at it, it was ten million.
"What's the deal? Did you enjoy being kicked in the ass so much that you want to pay me to continue doing it?" Gu Xia said mockingly.
Du Anqi's face turned incredibly ugly, yet she still endured, "Gu Xia, let's cut to the chase, take this ten million and then tell Yu Xiuli that we should still handle the old city district reconstruction."
"Heh, that look on your face," Gu Xia rolled her eyes dismissively.
"Don't be ungrateful. Considering the relationship between Aunt Liang and your family, we decided to have a proper talk with you. Plus, ten million isn't a small sum, it's enough for you and your poor dad to live on for a lifetime. How much is your house even worth? People should know not to bite the hand that feeds them."