Yu Shishi took out a palm-sized red envelope from her bag and placed it on the table.
"Pfft…" Zhang Bin and the others couldn't help but laugh, and even the uncle in charge of registration joined in the laughter.
Chen He: "Yang Chen, how much did you give? Among brothers, at least let me lend you some if you're going through a hard time. We all gave at least 5000, and you gave so little. Others might think we're trying to embarrass you."
Wang Xiang: "I brought some money. Take back this red envelope that hasn't even started preschool. I'll lend you 5000 to make it up, and you can pay me back later."
Yang Chen replied with a smile: "Thank you, brothers. I think the amount doesn't matter in gift-giving, as long as it expresses your heart. If your situation is better, give more; if not, give less. Even if it's less, it's the thought that counts."
