"Since it's come to this," Meng Jiahe could only accept the gift, "Thank you, Grandpa Sang."
She clearly understood that it was different; the red envelope her mother had given to Sang Qiao was a small amount, merely a consideration for Sang Qiao's face.
But the amount in the red envelope from Grandpa Sang for her and Sang Qiao was definitely the same.
Mrs. Sang also held a red envelope under the table, but after being ridiculed by Sang Qiao just before, she completely dared not take it out.
Sang Shen also dared not bring his out, knowing Qiaoqiao wouldn't want it.
A family dined on the New Year's Eve dinner, each lost in their own thoughts.
Elsewhere
It was heavily snowing, the ground and the clothes of two men were dyed white as they kicked open a door.
Sang Jiao was sitting inside, flanked by two handsome men, both strikingly good-looking, and the dishes on the table were exceptionally lavish.
