"Bro, what are you doing?" Zhao Guangran lay comfortably on the kang, his hand occasionally reaching under the pillow to check if the red envelope was still there.
Even though Zhao Guangran has earned quite a bit of money, he still loves and looks forward to the money he can get just by kowtowing and saying auspicious words.
Especially in recent years, his income has been steadily increasing, and the red envelopes from his parents have also grown significantly.
"Bro, how much do you think Uncle Gong will give us as red envelopes?" No one would mind receiving more red envelopes; at the very least, they should be as much as what our parents give us.
Zhao Xuran was startled by Zhao Guangran's sudden question, "You're not asleep yet?" Wasn't he just saying he was tired and wanted to sleep? Why isn't he asleep now?
"I'm too excited to sleep. Bro, you still haven't answered my question." Zhao Guangran was curious about what his big brother was up to.
