"Old Xiao, I just heard from Wang Jian at lunch that your boy turned one yesterday. Here, here's a red packet for your son. From now on, if you have happy occasions like this, you have to let me know. That way I can come over and join the fun and have a few drinks too."
Shen Hao sat outside the carriage compartment, pulling out a big red silk pouch and handing it to the warrior driving the cart.
Old Xiao didn't dare accept it, totally surprised that such a small matter at home could trouble the General Flag; for a moment, he didn't even know what to say.
"Get a Longevity Lock made for the boy, for good luck. I told you to take it—what, you won't even give me this bit of face?"
Hearing this, Old Xiao couldn't refuse anymore and had to accept. Weighing the pouch in his hand, his heart trembled even more—this wasn't Small Yuanbaos inside, this was definitely gold, pure gold!
The General Flag really is generous.
