Tang Li glanced at the red packet and then looked towards Song Baiyan, her expression puzzled.
Song Baiyan smiled gently, his demeanor cultured and scholarly: "What, do you think the amount in it is too little?"
"Not at all," Tang Li denied.
After a slight pause, she added, "I'm already an adult; I no longer take red packets."
"Even if you're an adult, you're still in school," Song Baiyan didn't take the red packet back, only saying, "In the Song family, as long as you haven't graduated from school, you'll receive New Year's money during the festival."
Hearing this explanation, Tang Li didn't refuse any further.
She took the red packet in her hand. It wasn't thinner than the one Song Jingtian received.
"Come down for dinner with Jingtian in ten minutes."
Song Baiyan reminded.
Tang Li acknowledged him and watched him go downstairs first, then returned to Song Jingtian's room.
Upon seeing her red packet, Song Jingtian insisted on opening it to check.
