"Dong~~"
As the New Year's bell rang, representing the time for Huaxia to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, Fang Jueyu and Guo Xinyu's family gathered joyfully in the living room to celebrate the arrival of the new year.
"Xiao Fang, Happy New Year," Guo Shu and his wife took out the red envelopes they had prepared long ago. Although Fang Jueyu didn't lack this bit of money, it was a traditional custom, a gesture for good luck.
"Our family has relied on you this past year. You and Xinyu must get along well in the future. Even though this girl can't help much with your career, she's a good homemaker. Show her some patience," Guo Shu said, holding Fang Jueyu's hands.
"Dad, do you really have to say that?" Guo Xinyu pouted. Was she his daughter or was Fang Jueyu his real son? How could any parent speak about their daughter this way?
