Song Xian:…….

For some reason, he seemed to feel a shark aura!

My heart moved!

Song Xian subconsciously answered.

"But your cufflinks are quite nice! They look better than the pair I bought before!"

Rong Qing slowly lowered the forty-meter sword in his hand.

I can’t see it! Little brother!

You have made progress than before!

When Song Xian saw Rong Qing's expression, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know what happened, I always feel that I have escaped a disaster!

He thought for a moment and said again.

"Didn't you buy a pair of cufflinks at the last auction? I think that pair is more suitable for this dress."

Rongqing:?

Okay, you reminded Dad!

Dad seems to have bought a pair! Wait for me to put them on!

He immediately went back to the room to find it.

Hey, it’s not bad. These pair of cufflinks are very tasteful! They are worthy of my father’s taste!

He put on the cufflinks happily, then looked at it twice and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, it goes well with dad’s outfit!

He stood up and showed off a new set of cufflinks, his tone unconcealable.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Song Xian glanced at him.

Then he nodded a little sourly.

Wouldn’t that look good?

This pair of cufflinks is actually worth six figures!

With a small beep in his heart, Song Xian couldn't help but look at it again and again.

..., let alone, this pair of cufflinks originally only cost seven points, but with Rongqing they are worth ten points.

It's so enviable.

Looking good is different.

"For the sake of your good taste,...! I will also give you some good things later."

Rong Qing sat down happily.

Hey, because Song Xian is so sensible, dad won’t mess with him!

Let him live a good year in peace and contentment!

Song Xian:......?

I just heard a hallucination. Where did that part of the sentence go?

Did you eat it? You spit it out!

If you don’t tell me, how will I know what you just said???

Rong Qing stared at him for a while, thought about it, and calmly sent him a red envelope.

"Forget it, since you want a gift so much, here, I will give you a red envelope and wish you a happy New Year."

…?

Song Xian looked at him with dull eyes.

Is there something wrong with this?

"Aren't you the same generation as me? Why did you give me a red envelope?"

Shouldn't red envelopes be given by elders to younger generations?

Was there something wrong with him since elementary school?

Rongqing: "?Do you want it?"

Why do you care about seniority when someone gives you a red envelope?

I’ll take it first and then talk about it!

Song Xian changed his mind and made a decision.

"want!"

Why not if you have money!

And this red envelope is so big!

Don’t give it up for free!

Tsk, small sample. Wouldn’t it be better if it were like this earlier!

Rong Qing curled her lips.

The two of them looked at the camera and chattered for a while. They probably got a huge red envelope, and Song Xian was in a particularly good mood.

Even if Rong Qing occasionally said something to hurt him, he would just ignore it as if it was just deaf ears.

People can choose pain or happiness!

He wants to live happily!

The two of them chattered without knowing what topic they were talking about. It wasn't until Song Wai came over to call Song Xian for dinner that Rong Qing decided to hang up the video call first.

It is absolutely impossible for dad to let others post his video!

No matter who it is! It’s not allowed!

After hanging up the phone, Rong Qing glanced out the window.

It's getting dark.

Rong Qing's servant came over to tell him that the New Year's Eve dinner was ready, and Rong Qing stood up.

Just in time, a loud noise came from somewhere.

A beautiful firework rose into the sky and exploded with brilliant light.

Rong Qing slowly raised a question mark.

Which rich person has lost his mind?

Did you think you were at the beach?

Are you fucking setting off fireworks in a wealthy district?

If you blow up other people's flowers and plants, or scare other people's bosses, can you bear the responsibility?

The more Rong Qing thought about it, the angrier he became. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed upstairs.

He wants to take a good look!

What fool set off the fireworks! If dad doesn’t let you shed your skin, his surname won’t be Rong!

"What? No one answered?"

Linyue entered the house and saw Linji standing there holding his cell phone, so he asked casually.

"Well, I don't know if he's finished."

Linji hung up the phone with some regret.

Is Rong Qing so busy? Although I had already guessed it, I didn't expect that no one answered the phone.

"Then let's set off fireworks together first? Your brother-in-law bought a lot. Last year, he clamored to set off fireworks. This year, his wish was finally fulfilled."

Linyue said and subconsciously touched his waist.

Last year, the guy said he was unhappy because he didn't have fireworks, so he went to the third grade of junior high school. It was so annoying!

We can't spoil him this year.

"Okay. But is it okay to set off fireworks here?"

Linji asked as he and his brother went to the warehouse to move fireworks.

"Don't worry, he has already prepared for the fireworks."

Linyue was speechless when he mentioned it.
To be continued...