He squinted provocatively at Kenneth Osborne, "Kenneth, did you remember to prepare a red envelope for Lawrence? I remember you used to give one every year, you can't let the engagement make you abandon good traditions."
"I did prepare one; I've already sent it to her phone," Kenneth Osborne said with a smile, without looking up.
"That's more like it," Nick Zeller muttered, rubbing his temples, "I got drunk yesterday, what were you guys talking about?"
Here it comes.
Gabrielle Winters and the old Daoist exchanged a glance, then looked away from each other.
Kenneth's hand paused while tapping on his phone screen, but he didn't speak.
Still, Gabrielle didn't want to cause any unhappiness on New Year's Day, so she smiled and said, "Oh, nothing much. After midnight, we each went back to our rooms to sleep."
Nick Zeller frowned and said, "Really? I seem to remember someone mentioning betrothal gifts, and I replied with 'dowry'. Were you guys playing a word game?"
