Amelia looked at the red packet in Harper's hand and said, "Brother, you don't understand. The money in the red packet can make more money. This way, I'll have more and more money in the future!"
Harper snickered. "Feudal superstition!"
Amelia reached out her tender hand and took the red packet back. She said, "You don't understand!"
Harper was in no mood to argue with Amelia. He couldn't be bothered with her.
Amelia was lying between the driver's and passenger's seats, staring intently at the meter. The meter between them showed eighty-nine dollars, then jumped to ninety-six.
The chauffeur said, "We're here."
Amelia frowned. Her heart ached. They had only driven forward a little. How did it change from 89 yuan to 96 yuan? Seven extra yuan! She could walk such a small distance!
Amelia looked at the red packet in her hand and said to the chauffeur with a troubled expression, "Uncle chauffeur, can you go back a little?"
