Lian Xinying was feeling troubled.
She could only urge her son to come over and unpack together.
Yan Ye stood by, firmly unwilling to help.
Because the red envelope he carefully prepared for her, she didn't keep properly and even threw it away carelessly.
Did she think his feelings for her and for his son were the same?
No!
Although both were true love, it was obvious that Yan Ye was a bit partial towards Lian Xinying.
"I know I was wrong...please stop taunting me, okay? I beg you." As Lian Xinying listened to Yan Ye snorting through his nose, she got goosebumps.
"Mom, what are we doing?" Xiaocheng was opening each red envelope, but wasn't quite clear about the purpose.
"We are opening red envelopes!" Lian Xinying's tone carried a hint of mild sadness.
"Oh Mom, do we open all of these? After we finish, will a magical creature appear?" Xiaocheng's mind was full of cartoon plots.
Fortunately, Lian Xinying was used to it.
