February 2nd, Chinese New Year Eve…
Pei Qian lay on the sofa, playing his cell phone like a cripple.
His parents were also staring at their cell phone screens. They were grabbing red packets and sending voice messages to wish others Happy New Year.
The technology of cell phones had improved at a vast rate in this world. It was much more advanced than what Pei Qian thought. They were still calling and sending messages a few years back, but they had all advanced to using their phones to send red packets over the past two years.
Red packets of the older generations were usually a few yuan or cents. They were seldom over 50 yuan, sending just a 'good intention'.
Pei Qian's parents did grow suspicious about the new clothes and computer that he had brought home. However, he had already prepared his reasoning.
