Just after three in the afternoon, in the room where Xu Lin would sleep tonight.
"Xu Lin, where's your red packet?"
Rong Xiyi pulled out a stack of red packets from her coat pocket.
There were over thirty people on Xu Lin's grandpa's side, with twenty-nine of them older than the two of them. Even their youngest cousin, the fourth cousin, who had already started working, gave them red packets.
So, each of them received twenty-nine red packets.
"In my pocket."
"I want to open up the red packets, you open yours too!"
"Then go ahead."
Xu Lin took out the red packets from his pocket and let her open them.
There were fifty-eight red packets, and Rong Xiyi opened them one by one.
The red packets from Eastern Guangdong were not big, with the smallest containing ten or twenty yuan.
