Jiang Tan's eyes widened instantly. She agilely turned in his arms to look at him, "What red packet? Where is the red packet?"
Zhou Yinghuai gave a muffled chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
His usually cool and indifferent disposition made it a rarity for him to laugh till this extent.
Jiang Tan found his relaxed and easygoing demeanor utterly captivating, forgetting all about the red packet until she felt a hard object with clearly defined edges being thrust into her hand.
She gave a small gasp, and felt it up.
She could tell from its texture that it was a fat red packet.
Jiang Tan pulled it out to find herself staring in shock at the red packet in her hand, "Who still gives cash-filled red packets these days?"
"Hmm, Zhao Qi withdrew it from the bank overnight. It's even got serial numbers," Zhou Yinghuai pointed out and then added, "There's 24,000 yuan in total. Happy 24th birthday."
