Qiao Yuxian instinctively took it, then flipped through it, saying: "Twelfth Floor?!"
"Yes." Gu Yanjing responded blandly.
Qiao Yuxian flipped further back and said: "For me?!"
"Yes." Gu Yanjing's voice remained flat.
Especially in contrast to the tone of Qiao Yuxian.
He was too calm, as if he were doing something ordinary.
Qiao Yuxian's mind was in turmoil.
Gu Yanjing said: "Won it as a birthday present for you."
Qiao Yuxian's lips were trembling.
All her life, she feared people throwing money at her.
Because it would put her in a weak position, likely leading to blindly following the other's words.
"I..." Qiao Yuxian glanced at the document in her hand, then pointed around.
"Just keep it." Gu Yanjing said, "No one will come to challenge you, they'll come to me."
The underlying message was that the Twelfth Floor belonged to her.
He'd handle any conflicts.
"I, I can't..."
Before Qiao Yuxian could finish, Gu Yanjing said again: "Take it. It's just a birthday gift."
