"Cut the slick talk, I won't be softened just because of this gesture. The amount for tonight's red envelope remains unchanged," Zhao Mengmeng huffed coldly.
Pei Chenyang's smile immediately froze, his face a picture of gloom.
Who wanted her red envelope anyway? Did it have anything to do with the red envelope? Not a single bit!
"You prepared a red envelope for me?" In the next moment, Pei Chenyang asked with cheerful anticipation.
He thought given how hard this woman's heart was, she'd be inclined to give him a lump rather than a red envelope.
It seemed like it had been over a decade since he last received a red envelope, and Pei Chenyang was somewhat looking forward to Zhao Mengmeng's red envelope.
"No, just saying," Zhao Mengmeng answered with a light and airy tone.
"I don't believe you, you just said so yourself."
"Mengmeng, thank you. When do you plan on giving it to me?" The sooner the better, right?
How would she distribute it? How much would she give him?