"Hear that, Ayue? You'll have to work hard to earn money. The red envelope for my nephew must be huge." Quan Mingxuan joked and laughed.
Han Yue thumped his chest confidently, "No problem, I'll cover all the costs for the baby's formula milk."
As they bantered, they attracted the attention of those present in the auditorium who curiously observed Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu.
Before long, the figure of Quan Che appeared on the podium.
"Is your dad going to give a speech today?" Han Yue asked.
"Probably," answered Quan Mingxuan indifferently. His father's speeches, known for their brevity and effectiveness, never exceeded five minutes, thus nobody had to worry about nodding off.
Indeed, Quan Che's talk was neatly wrapped up in less than five minutes. His elegant appearance and humorous style elicited cheers from the students present.
