The certificate was still floating on the surface of the water as Hu Jiaojiao swam a long distance to reach the center of the lake.
This man-made lake hadn't been dredged for a long time, and when Hu Jiaojiao swam back to shore, her body was covered in black, rotten mud. She sat on the stone steps in her disheveled state, cherishingly opening the certificate, but the content inside made Hu Jiaojiao's face turn ashen once again.
What she had retrieved was just the cover of the certificate; the actual certificate had been replaced with a piece of white paper, which despite being soaked was still very readable: Want it? Exchange it with the photos and videos.
"Ah, Gu Qili." Hu Jiaojiao clenched her fists and pounded the ground forcefully several times, so angry that her nose was almost askew.
