Ming Mei quickly wrapped up the little golden pig: "Dad, we do this once a year, will it empty out your savings?"
The old man laughed heartily: "Don't worry, even if you have two more grandchildren, I still have red envelopes for you all."
"Well, that's reassuring, but Dad... you see, Yousheng is so small, and he loves putting things in his mouth. Although this little golden pig is cute, it's a bit dangerous, so I'll keep it safe for him until he's older."
After Ming Mei said that, she slipped it into her own pocket. She wasn't really greedy for money; she just found the little golden pig adorable, and it was indeed risky for Yousheng to have it.
The old man waved his hand indulgently: "You... already a mom, yet still like a child."
Ming Mei giggled: "I know you care for me, Dad."
After getting red envelopes from the old man, Ming Mei and Kang Chen took out two beautifully decorated ones and handed them to Xizeer.
