Jiang Yan wasn't often around here, so he wasn't very affected by the rumors, but the second brother spent every day in the shop, and since the residents of the community had to pass by when they went out, those with loose tongues would whisper as they passed, "So young, so many decent jobs out there, why resort to trickery..."
Uncle Liu felt quite guilty towards the second brother; after all, it was he who had brought up selling the house to them and had persuaded them earnestly, otherwise, they might not have agreed.
"What? You think Uncle gave you too little?" Uncle Liu's face showed concern, "At my age, I'll be giving less and less with each passing year, come next year... I might not even be here."
"Do you have to bring up such things during the New Year?"
"Just tell me if you want the red envelope or not?"
With no other choice, the second brother reached out and took it, feeling its thickness; it should be about ten thousand.
The money felt uncomfortably hot in his hands.
