The red envelope, which seemed not to contain money, but just a piece of paper. Violet Zimmerman had her doubts but didn't want to open it face to face.
"Oh, haha..." Seeing Joseph Lancaster, Robert Lancaster happily waved his small hands, babbling continuously at him.
"My dear nephew, do you want Uncle to hold you?" Joseph Lancaster leaned down and touched the little guy's cheek, making him wave his little hands even more cheerfully.
"Cough, cough..." Joseph Lancaster turned his head to the side and coughed a few times, then turned back to continue touching Robert's cheek, saying,
"Uncle has a cold, he can't hold you."
As soon as Joseph Lancaster got up, the little guy pouted with grievance, looking at him, pretending to cry.
Joseph Lancaster leaned over again, pinched the little guy's cheek, and said with a smile, "Pretending to cry won't make Uncle hold you, it'll pass the cold to you."
