Mu Yan returned to the room, took off her down jacket, feeling her whole body relax as if her pores had opened up, finally able to breathe.
It's minus ten degrees outside, over twenty degrees inside; the temperature difference is too big.
She sat on the bed, opening the red envelopes she just received, each one stuffed full; she counted them leisurely, each containing ten thousand yuan.
"I didn't realize the New Year red envelopes had so much money," she remarked, then reached out to Jiang Jingheng, "Where's my New Year red envelope?"
Jiang Jingheng held her hand and said, "All the money is with you; there's none left for red envelopes."
"Talking so pitifully," Mu Yan snorted lightly and handed him a red envelope, "Here, your New Year red envelope."
Jiang Jingheng chuckled softly, "What's mine is already yours, no need to give it to me."
"Smart words," Mu Yan put the red envelope back.
