Ironically, it was those of us who had followed that ended up standing guard.
Yu Se handed the juice in her hand to Gu Jiangnian, slowly walked to the chair by the window, and sat down. As she took her seat, she saw a red envelope on the desk nearby. On New Year's Eve, Gu Jiangnian would give the servants red envelopes. Though the amounts were not significant to him, they were a token of his heart. Mengxi Garden had always been managed by Lan Ying, while the person taking care of those beside Yu Se was attended to personally by him.
There was quite a sense of gratitude.
In previous years, the allocation had been just right, calculated per capita.
But today, there was one extra on the desk.
Yu Se glanced at the red envelope and asked softly, "Did someone not take theirs?"
Following her gaze, Gu Jiangnian looked over and fixed his eyes on the desk, his heart tightened. That was the New Year's money he had prepared for the little shrew.
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