Bo Jinghang glanced at her, slowly gathered all the pieces into his hand, stood up, and threw them into the trash can.
"A cup doesn't matter much, and I don't plan to throw away the quilt you've slept in either."
After saying this, he calmly picked up a reasonably thick stack of cash, which seemed to be around two thousand yuan, and nonchalantly handed it to Qin Yiren, "Since I didn't suffer any loss, I can't take your compensation. Keep it."
Qin Yiren instinctively wanted to refuse.
After all, according to domestic etiquette, the other party is unlikely to take the money directly; there's always a need for polite declining.
However, when she raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze, the words she wanted to say failed to come out, and she immediately understood that he was serious.
