Huo Xiyao knew right away that Xia Chu was trying to cheer him up.
He raised his eyebrows to play along with her, "New Year's money? How old is someone already, New Year's money is meant for kids."
Xia Chu glared at him, "Then why don't you just treat me like a kid? Besides... cough, you've been 'pressing' me in your sleep for so long, shouldn't you give me 'pressing' sleep money?"
Huo Xiyao couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, "So it's this 'pressing' sleep money? Give give give, of course, I'll give it; I'll give however much and do it willingly. Husband will send a red packet to his precious wife right now, how about six 8s? Or maybe seven 8s?"
Xia Chu was surprised, "How can you give out so much? Okay, the world of the rich really is plain and simple. But wasn't there no signal? How are you going to send it to me? Let's talk about it when we get back to our own home tomorrow. After all, the monk can run but the temple won't run away."
