Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Xiao Heng returned to the old house in the evening.
Mrs. Xiao came back from a birthday banquet, saw Xiao Heng had returned, but couldn't muster any happiness and looked downcast.
Noticing Mrs. Xiao's unusual demeanor, Xiao Heng looked at Mr. Xiao and asked, "What's up with mom?"
Xiao Heng chuckled and said, "It's because she didn't receive the New Year's gift from Uncle Meng's family."
At this moment, Mrs. Xiao spoke sullenly, "Everyone else got one, but not me. Didn't you see how brightly Madam Zhu and Madam Tang were laughing? They even asked me what I received. I didn't dare to tell them the truth."
"What's most infuriating is that Old Master Zhu even got a strand of Old Sandalwood Buddha Beads, making even your dad jealous."
Mr. Xiao laughed, "Come on now, it's not that bad. What do you want? I'll go with our son to buy it tomorrow."
Mrs. Xiao pouted, "It's not the same."
