"What?" Jing Yiran was confused.
"Red packet! Give it back to me!"
"Didn't I just return it to you?"
"You've only given me one, I'm still missing nine more! Didn't you just take ten from me? Dad, did he take ten red packets from me?"
Jing Yichen nodded seriously."Yes, I saw it clearly."
Jing Yiran was shocked by the shamelessness of the father and son.
He thought that his skin was already very thick, but he didn't expect to meet an opponent today!
"What did I do in my past life to have such a brother and such a nephew?" he couldn't help but wail.
"It's my wedding day. Don't wail like a ghost and wail like a Wolf. Hurry up and return the remaining nine red packets to me. You're not thinking of reneging on your debt, are you?"
