Nowadays, Ning Hao really admires Hua Yan. Look at him, going down the stairs to pick her up and even expertly helping her carry a bag of things.
"Sis, you didn't have to bring anything just to come over."
Hua Yan couldn't help but laugh, "You rascal, where did you learn that over the New Year? Here, this is a red envelope from your sister."
Ning Hao looked at her in surprise, "Sis, why are you giving me a red envelope? Aren't we the same generation?"
"Just consider it as if my mom gave it to you. Auntie doesn't charge me a guardian fee now, so I feel obliged. Just take it discreetly, I promise I won't tell Aunt Zhao."
Ning Hao is now 11 years old, and he will graduate from elementary school next year. He can understand his sister's words, and not only that, he often hears his parents mention Aunt Yan Yue. He also knows that Yan Yue is his sister's mother, although she is no longer with us, she is forever alive in everyone's hearts.
