An Ning really felt the weight of the second red envelope press into her palm, and her arm went down.
It was really heavy, no exaggeration, even her wrist started to feel sore.
"Auntie, I didn't mean it," An Ning said hurriedly.
Wen Rufeng continued to smile, but her movements were indeed fierce.
With a upward flick of the wrist, her husband Yu Feng placed another red envelope of the same thickness on top.
Wen Rufeng turned it over and stuffed it into An Ning's hands.
An Ning was shocked; she felt that this one big red envelope must contain at least twenty thousand yuan, and now, with three of them, that made sixty thousand yuan. "Mom, Mom, really, you can't give me any more, it's too much."
Wen Rufeng's smile became even more brilliant, and she took another red envelope from her husband and gave it to An Ning. "This is from your dad, take it quickly."
Yu Feng gave An Ning a smile.
