Bao Shaojin turned his head, looking at the girl's bright face, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Happy Little New Year!"
The man slightly raised one hand, holding a red envelope embossed with golden letters between his slender fingers.
His rugged, stern face seemed as if it had been sculpted, with an air of authority in his brows and eyes.
An Yin stared dazedly at the red envelope the man was handing over, foolishly asking, "Is this for me?"
The girl's cheeks were white and jade-like. As their eyes met, under Bao Shaojin's inky sword-like brows, an obsessive dark light lay hidden in his pupils, "Yes."
After speaking, he added, "All the children get one."
An Yin blinked her clear, dark eyes, "I'm not a child."
Hearing her words as if in a pout, Bao Shaojin lowered his long lashes, "Take it." His tone was peremptory as ever.
An Yin hesitantly accepted it, "Thank you."
