The little ancestor took a couple of steps with his hands behind his back, then abruptly stopped, turned around, and stared at him with his shifty eyes.
"Another kiss wouldn't hurt..." His little face gleamed with cunning and calculation.
"..."
Young Master Yan was momentarily puzzled. Why was his son suddenly so agreeable?
"You said it yourself, a kiss equals a red envelope. You kissed me once this morning, now if you kiss me again, that's two red envelopes!"
Young Master, our baby boy, was currently fervently and actively collecting red envelopes for his warship model. He had found a fast way to make money.
The little boy's eyes twinkled, making no attempt to hide his calculations to exploit Young Master Yan's bulging purse.
Young Master Yan finally understood the little guy's intentions. He half squatted and leaned in, "Alright, a kiss for a red envelope!"
