As the Chinese New Year approached, visiting relatives and friends was inevitable.
If there were no elders at home, making a quick phone call to wish them an early Happy New Year was sufficient.
But if there were elders, one had to carry gifts and pay a visit.
This was a custom, and also one of Huaxia's traditional virtues from the past five thousand years.
Take Li Huai, for example. His mother was at home, and there were countless visitors at his door, almost breaking it down. What troubled Li Huai was that he couldn't remember some of these people. Actually, he didn't recognize them at all.
Well, a visitor is a guest, and since they came bearing gifts, it was not right to turn them away.
Another group of guests had just arrived, brought over by Sanniang; they were probably friends from the underground world of Jianghai.
