Shen Ci reacted, bowed to Zhao Qian and Fu Songqing, and said New Year's greetings.

Zhao Qian quickly waved to Shen Ci, pulled him to sit next to her, and handed over a red envelope. Although Fu Songqing looked ugly, he prepared a red envelope in advance and awkwardly handed it to Shen Ci.

In less than a day, he had received many red envelopes in succession, and the amounts were very huge. Shen Ci quickly waved his hands and said, "Thank you, uncle and aunt, but I can't accept this."

Zhao Qian said: "Keep it. If the inkstone is no longer small, I won't wrap it for him. But you are still young, so you should."

It should be...

Shen Ci looked at Fu Yanguan at a loss, with mixed feelings in his heart. He had never received a red envelope since he could remember. Not to mention giving him red envelopes, Shen Changyu and He Yuan would just give him a full meal on New Year's Day.

Later, when I came to live with He Cheng's family, only He Cheng's son He Ziyuan could receive red envelopes, and he could only watch every time.

It is really unimaginable that the first time he collected new year's money was at Fu's house.

Seeing that Shen Ci's eyes were slightly red, Fu Songqing moved his chopsticks and pretended to be relaxed while picking up the vegetables while giving Shen Ci a reassurance.