Great, with that shout from my brother, my $100 just flew away for nothing.
Ke Jin, feeling the pain of loss, handed the warm-from-his-pocket red envelope to Baby Yu's little hands.
Can't waste money like that!
Ke Jin then reached out and pinched Baby Yu's soft, tender cheeks.
Hmm, feels good, bouncy like a ripe peach.
Soon, Ke Jin's phone started to buzz frequently.
He pulled it out to look.
Countless New Year's greetings.
Among them were the copied and pasted festive messages from employees led by Gou Chehua.
These came from colleagues as well as friends.
Then there were the back-and-forth wishes from aunts and relatives in the close-knit family group.
These were from kin and friends.
And a 'Happy New Year' message from Wen Zhiyin, accompanied by a picture of stockings.
This was from someone who is both a mentor and a friend, albeit a bit disrespectful as a teacher.
You're showing me this during New Year's?
Just one picture?
