The next morning dawned bright and early.
As usual, Zuo Xingyun drove Xiang Wan to the dessert shop, and neither of them mentioned the heart-to-heart talk they had the previous night.
Sometimes, certain things can only be said at just the right moment and in just the right atmosphere, without seeming offensive or abrupt.
In the car, Zuo Xingyun took out a document holder and handed it over: "This is the lease contract for the storefront. Although I am not charging rent, we still need to go through the process to avoid unnecessary disputes. I've already signed and stamped it; you guys just need to sign. There are two copies of the contract, sign it and bring one copy back home to me."
Xiang Wan took the document holder and nodded, her mind already made up: she would pay rent beyond the contract, because she didn't want to owe him anything; she could never feel at ease accepting favors from others.
