My hand went limp as if it weighed a thousand pounds, no matter how I tried, I just couldn't lift it.
Master Zhao pursed his lips, urging impatiently, "Don't you want to see what's inside?"
I stared at the kraft paper bag in my hands, breaking out in a cold sweat, terrified of what I'd find if I opened it. In Master Zhao's gaze, I struggled to unwrap the paper bag.
Soon, a stack of photos scattered on the ground, revealing intimate and promiscuous snapshots of Chen Jiao, along with an agreement. For some reason, the heavy weight on my chest lifted, only to be replaced by a nervous glance at the agreement.
As I looked at the deed of gift in my hands, I was completely baffled, my heart suddenly tightened, unable to fathom what Master Zhao was up to, "Master Zhao, what does this mean?"
There were many things Master Zhao had given me, including various real estate and jewelry. But just now, with a glance at the agreement, I realized Master Zhao had given me fifty million in cash.
