990, Joyful Chinese New Year (Grand Finale)_2

"Quan Mingxuan, when have I ever looked like some creppy old man?" Han Yue complained irritably.

Quan Mingxuan gave him a mock serious look and quipped, "Everywhere."

"Uncle, Happy New Year."

The two little treasures stretched out their hands, their soft and glutinous voices impossible to resist.

"Red envelopes, red envelopes."

Confronted with the two little treasures' sparkling eyes, Han Yue felt immense pressure.

He hadn't remembered that he was supposed to bring red envelopes to this event.

Quan Mingxuan teased, "Tsk tsk, you don't even give red envelopes to kids, Ayue, your character seems to decline year by year."

"..."

Isn't New Year's a good time to shed some blood?

Han Yue pulled out his wallet, which contained nothing but cards and a lonely-looking large denomination bill.

Quan Mingxuan had expected this and burst into laughter, "Ayue, are you so poor that all you have left is one hundred yuan?"

He could no longer contain his anger, nor did he need to.