After a while, several red envelopes were pushed under the door from below.
"Not enough, not enough, more, more."
The people outside were generous and, without a word, pushed in some more.
Chu Yan stood up and counted them. In total, there were more than a hundred. Indeed, the rich are different.
"Miss, can you open the door for us now?"
"How is that possible? President Leng has a fortune worth billions, of course these red envelopes are not enough."
So, Fei Yichen very conscientiously took out a thick stack of red envelopes from his bag and bent down to push them in. But as expected, the door remained closed.
"The bride's wedding gown is torn, we're still mending it. Please wait a little longer. Of course, if you give more red envelopes, we can mend it faster."
