When the Spring Festival Gala was playing until 11 p.m., Jiang Xiaoli kept scratching her head and frowning.
Zong Jia asked, "Little Pear, do you feel like you've forgotten something?"
"Yes, how did you know?" She looked at him in surprise.
Zong Jia smiled indulgently, "Your red envelope and compensation for emotional distress are under your pillow."
Jiang Xiaoli immediately wanted to go upstairs to check, but he grabbed her arm and said, "No rush, it's yours now. You can check it in your room tonight."
She was itching to know, and wanted to find out as soon as possible.
After the New Year's Eve vigil ended and Xiao Jincheng set off firecrackers in the courtyard, she rushed back to her room immediately.
Li Guizhi shook her head and laughed from behind, "So eager to get back to your room, you're already this sleepy?"
Zong Jiayu chuckled to himself from behind.
Back in her room, Jiang Xiaoli picked up the pillow, under which were two neatly arranged golden ingots.
She picked it up, grimaced, took a bite, and then weighed it in her hand; the two ingots together weighed at least a pound.
Although she is not short of money now, she is really happy to be showered with gold!
She was rolling around on the bed, clutching two gold ingots, when Zong Jiayu knocked on the open door.
Jiang Xiaoli jumped up, holding up the gold ingot and smiling at him, "I like it very much."
Zong Jia, with his sharp eyes, asked, "What, couldn't wait to take a bite?"
She quickly hid the gold ingot behind her back, saying, "This is a ritual to receiving gold!"
Zong Jia and Xiao Xiao stopped teasing her. "Okay, as long as you like it. I'm going back to my room. Happy New Year, Little Pear!"
Jiang Xiaoli waved her paw at him, "Goodnight, Happy New Year!"
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