"Heh, so you're Qincheng's boyfriend, right? What's your name again? Lin... Lin Xi or Lin Bei?" Gong Wu looked at Lin Dong and said indifferently.
"My name is Lin Dong."
"Oh, that's right, Lin Dong," Gong Wu slapped his forehead. "I'm getting old; my memory isn't what it used to be."
"I've come to you today to make you leave Qincheng."
"Cut off all ties with her, and from now on, act as if you've never known Qincheng. Got it?"
Lin Dong shook his head, "I don't understand, and I won't do that!"
"Is that so? Young man, you are quite handsome, probably one of the most handsome men I've seen, no wonder Qincheng chose you as her boyfriend. But being handsome won't feed you."
"Here's ten million, take it and scram!"
After finishing these words, Gong Wu casually took out a check from his pocket, filled it in for ten million, and threw it to Lin Dong.
Lin Dong was speechless at this.
He did not pick up the check.