Cheng Weiyue was curious, "What is it?"
Zhou Jingwei squatted down to pry open the cement tiles on the ground.
The crevice appeared tightly sealed, but Zhou Jingwei lifted the tile without much effort.
Cheng Weiyue watched, dumbfounded, unable to express any opinion before Zhou Jingwei had already uncovered the thick cloth laid on top and pulled out a wooden box.
The swing was spacious enough for Zhou Jingwei to sit next to Cheng Weiyue with the wooden box, his tone gentle, "Open it and see."
"Is this for me?"
"Yes," Zhou Jingwei smiled, "it's one of the few things I can give you."
Cheng Weiyue indeed wanted to know what it was.
She opened the wooden box before her, but the item inside caught her completely by surprise.
"A contract?"
She had clearly forgotten about this.
Zhou Jingwei reminded her in a warm voice, "I promised to give you a proper guarantee during the three months we are together."
