"Nina, Princess..." Luo Qishan was somewhat tangled with Nina's identity, not knowing whether he should regard her as a princess or as his daughter-in-law. After some entanglement, he pulled out a prepared red envelope from his pocket and handed it over shakily.
"What is this?" Nina looked at Luo Qishan with surprise.
"Oh, this is one of our local customs, as a blessing from elders to younger generations," Lin Wei explained.
"I see," Nina nodded, gladly accepting his kind gesture, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Father."
"No, no, don't mention it." Facing Nina, Luo Qishan still appeared somewhat nervous. Although Nina was his daughter-in-law, his son Luo Chuan had been dead for more than twenty years. Therefore, he always entangled whether or not to consider Nina as his daughter-in-law.
