Shao Jie pulled Maofan. Maofan did not look back but stopped. He knew that this was his agreement to let him finish speaking.
Walking in front of Maofan, Shao Jie raised his eyes and looked at him. Maofan was back to how he was when they first met. He was so cold that his heart was frostbitten. Shao Jie told himself that he could not be afraid and could not retreat. He tried to calm down his trembling hands before speaking.
Shao Jie put a small paper bag about the size of a business card into Maofan's hand.
"You keep this thing for ten years."
"Ten years later, you will definitely marry me with this thing."