"Sis, Sister Tang, can I stuff a coupon into the red envelope for the gift money, so when I get married, you can use it? I'm so poor, I can't afford to give more."
Lin Gantang: A coupon? You're a genius.
"You're older than me and you're calling me 'sister' for the sake of money." Lin Gantang yanked back the hem of her clothes. "Don't call me 'sister,' otherwise, in front of Yanqing, I'll call you 'dear brother'."
Le Yu retracted his hand in fright.
Dear brother? His life was probably in danger.
In the evening, Wen Yanqing came over to take her home.
However, because the bookstore's manager had not yet been recruited, Lin Gantang was busy until later; it was dark by the time she went back.
When Lin Gantang got home, she took a bath, washing away the fatigue, dressed in a nightgown, and came out to find Wen Yanqing sitting quietly at the desk, busy with something.
