Zhou Xiangqun reminisced; he had given her quite a bit.
He waved his hand. "Keep it. It's from the Zhou Family, a token for peace and well-being since you're here for the New Year."
Shen Jing received it with both hands. "Thank you, Mr. Zhou. May your future be smooth and successful."
This was noteworthy because she never addressed Zhou Luchen as "Mr. Zhou." Yet, when she said these two words to Zhou Xiangqun, her tone was polite and respectful.
In the study, Zhou Luchen, leaning against the bookcase, inadvertently heard that soft "Mr. Zhou" and glanced out the window.
She couldn't see him. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she happily pocketed the red envelope.
"Is your father coming back?"
The elder Mr. Zhou's question pulled Zhou Luchen's thoughts back. "You were saying, Father? I'm listening."
"Which part did you actually listen to?"
Zhou Luchen answered respectfully, "All of it."
