Jiang huailu was holding a bag of red packets.
Obviously, Deputy city Lord Zhou's gift of thanks was extremely generous.
The literal meaning was heavy, thick and heavy.
"Lulu, give me the red packet. I'll keep it for you. I'll return it to you when you grow up. Look at how small you are, don't get scammed away with your money." Before she reached the Jiang family's door, Madam Xia raised her eyebrows and looked at her.
Jiang huailu covered her pocket nervously.
The little girl's face was full of caution.
Her godmother had a child called Xun Huan. It had been 3000 years. Her mother had kept his red packets and red packets for 3000 years, and she had never seen him return them.
She wasn't that stupid.
