New Year's Eve, after finishing all the calls, Xu Qingyan brushed the snow off his shoulders and went upstairs.
The Pei Family's New Year's Eve dinner was still held in the restaurant, this time with even more people. Relatives from the neighboring city, uncles, aunts, all kinds of people.
In this way, Xu Qingyan and Pei Muchan blended in and were not so noticeable.
People kept approaching Father Pei to talk and toast, that Elder Deng who was cold and critical at home. Right now, he was holding himself with a poised demeanor, talking lightly with people.
Pei Muchan was absentminded, picking at her food randomly.
Seeing Xu Qingyan looking around, she asked curiously.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just that there are too many people." Xu Qingyan smiled, then suddenly remembered something and pulled Pei Muchan, "Should we prepare red envelopes?"
"Red envelopes?" Pei Muchan puzzled.
"Have you never given them before?" Xu Qingyan asked.