"How about one thousand one?" Lu Jiu laughed.
"No, one thousand two," Lu Mountain replied.
"Wow, doesn't that make over ten thousand a year, Grandpa? The red envelope needs to increase this year!" Lu Jiu said.
"You shameless rascal, twenty-six or seven and still wanting a red envelope." Lu Mountain almost laughed from anger.
"You're the one who said it, until I'm married I get a red envelope every year. If I don't take it, you'll get upset, right?" Lu Jiu said.
"I was urging you to settle down early, didn't you get it?" Lu Mountain glared.
"Really? I thought you just wanted to give me some money. Looks like I misunderstood." Lu Jiu said.
"Get lost." If it weren't for so many people around, Lu Mountain might have given Lu Jiu a flick on the back of his head.
This little rascal is infuriating.
...
Before he knew it, the day had flown by.
In the following days, besides treating new patients, Lu Jiu also squeezed in time for follow-up consultations with previous ones.
