This was definitely Di Mingjue's doing. Despite being a science student, his foundation in liberal arts was solid, and the characters written on the red packets for such an occasion had their own unique charm.
Shen Yilan felt an even stronger urge to cry upon seeing the red packet. She couldn't help but quietly open it to take a look, inside was a stack of money.
Shen Yilan didn't have time to count it carefully, but she estimated it should be two thousand, because good things come in pairs.
There were countless guests today, but even if the number was large, it was only a few hundred at most, which was already quite a lot.
A few hundred people, two thousand each, amounted to just several hundred thousand in total. Shen Yilan believed that Di Mingjue did not lack this money.
