Jasmine Yale hurriedly took her phone out of her pocket and examined it under the streetlight. It turned out to be Sylvan Cheney.
"President," she calmly spoke.
"Take away your insulated box." Sylvan Cheney, on the other end, was clearly drunk.
"I don't want it anymore."
"A new box and you say you don't want it? Ha, truly the style of a rich person. It seems you got a lot of money while out. Of course, I sent you a red envelope of 999, and you accepted it without blinking an eye. Who knows how much money you've taken from others behind my back? Do you look down on small money?" Sylvan, head pounding, lay in bed, feeling very unwell.
"I've only ever accepted a red envelope from you, and I'll give it back."
With that, Jasmine Yale hung up the phone.
She accepted that red envelope purely because she wanted to buy a gift for Chale Cheney, considering it a gift from his father.
