Huo Jincheng sent a message with no expression: [Send a red envelope!]
Yin Molili: "..."
He really felt down on his luck today!
Is he destined to be lonely for the rest of his life?
That would be too miserable.
Even when Qin Shihuai sent voice messages, he didn't hide his laughter, "Mo Li, why don't you go to the Yuelao Temple today and pray! Hahaha... Seriously, with your luck, I can only say, hahaha..."
"You could also pay respects to other gods," Mo Jinyan said with a smile.
Si Jinghan: "Although I'm a materialist, there are some things I'd rather believe in than not. So, Mo Li, since you have time today, just go!"
Yin Molili felt a deep malice from the world.
"Friendship is over, each of you must give me a big red envelope. I'm a public servant, unlike you. You all have a lot of money, I don't, I just get a little subsidy each month," Yin Molili wanted to back out of giving each of them a seventy-seven yuan red envelope.
