"Xiao Jing, what's making you so happy? It isn't the same thing as last time, is it? I've told you, don't set me up with any more old partners; I'm not interested in that," Wei Zhengshan turned his head, his face adorned with a kindly smile.
The middle-aged man named Luo Jing had been with Wei Zhengshan for over a decade. The two men shared everything and were as close as father and son.
"No, no, Mr. Wei, you could never guess." Luo Jing handed a wooden yellow envelope to Wei Zhengshan, who took it, glanced at the opened seal, and said, "You've already looked? What does it say inside? Never mind, I won't look; my eyes aren't what they used to be."
"Mr. Wei, you should look at it yourself; I've brought your glasses!" Luo Jing took out a blue glasses case with a flowing water pattern from his pocket.
