Furthermore, the old man's words warmed his heart. He had no elders and hardly any family, and the closest people to him were none other than Kang Chen and the others.
The old man made him feel warm, giving him a sense of being cared for by someone.
Jian Yi deeply bowed to the old man, took the red envelope with both hands from him: "Thank you, elder sir. I borrow your auspicious words; in the future, I will live my life steadily and happily."
Mo Xunxun's face grew even redder. She knew there was a custom here that if a couple was newlywed last year and returned to their parents' house for New Year, the elders give them red envelopes. This was the first time Mo Xunxun received such an elder's blessing in the form of a red envelope, her eyes got slightly warm, and she quickly lowered her head.
