Zhan Qipei had not been cleaning for long before he finished tidying up the living room, and then he moved on to Qiao Jing's room.
Qiao Jing's room was neatly arranged by him, and Zhan Qipei swept the floor with a broom.
Under Qiao Jing's desk was a large cardboard box.
Zhan Qipei had no intention of rummaging through the box, he bent down intending to shift it aside to clean the dust underneath the desk.
During the process of moving the box, Zhan Qipei caught sight of something very familiar, a trace of doubt flickered through his dark pupils.
It was a wooden box he had seen at Professor Qiao's award ceremony, used for holding trophies.
Scenes from the banquet replayed in his mind.
Qiao Jing had said she would give it to Professor Qiao later; why was the trophy still here after so much time?
Could she have forgotten to return it?
But for such an important trophy, considering Qiao Jing's memory, she should not have forgotten to give it back.