Time flows like a white colt flashing past a crack in the wall, and holidays always pass in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it was already the third day of the Lunar New Year.
Yesterday, Lin Zimo went to pay his respects to his maternal grandparents, uncle, and aunt.
To both his and Dai Yangyang's surprise, Dài Yùliáng had actually left three red envelopes for the three of them, and quite substantial ones at that—one thousand yuan each. Lin Zimo told Dai Yangyang not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and they happily accepted them.
Chapter 64