Wu Daming had attended many weddings and was quite experienced, so he had prepared plenty of red envelopes ahead of time.
Mo Qishen took the red envelopes, squatted down slightly, and stuffed them through the gap under the door.
Du Jiaojiao took the red envelopes from inside and laughed, "Not enough, not enough. Groom, is this all your sincerity?
Huh?"
"Do we have more?" Mo Qishen turned to look at Wu Daming.
"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Daming dug out another pile of red envelopes from his pocket.
"Are these enough?" Mo Qishen proceeded to stuff all the red envelopes into the gap.
"Wait a moment."
Du Jiaojiao split the red envelopes with the others inside the room.
Zhao Yu opened a red envelope and exclaimed, "Wow! My dad is so generous!" One envelope had eighteen yuan! Normally, weddings would only have a few yuan, and for regular households, it might just be a few cents.
After collecting the red envelopes, Du Jiaojiao opened the door.
