Mei Yifan was generous in words but actually seethed with rage upon seeing the Red Envelope; she had truly expected her eldest sister to give five thousand, ten thousand, or even more. So, she also gave gifts according to her own standard, which is the usual level. Who would have thought that these people, after discussing, would only give a thousand yuan, and no one even bothered to inform her? If she had known, she could have just given 500 like Mei Mengzhen did. Now, it turned out that she was the one who looked like a fool — it was infuriating.
Because of this, Mei Yifan was even less likely to let these people off the hook. "Eldest sister, your family is doing so well now. I won't say much more, but why can't you look after your younger brothers and sisters? Look at the fuss yesterday; our Qiuhe hasn't even registered yet. What if she can't go to school? Whose fault would that be?"