He deftly pulled out his phone, his movements so slick they seemed rehearsed countless times. With a soft BEEP, his fingertips flew across the screen, tapping a few times.
The next second—
DING—
Shen Yuan's phone chimed with a clear notification almost the instant Old Shen was done.
Pulling out his phone, Shen Yuan saw a red envelope notification.
200 yuan. The attached message read: "Stay calm."
A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Shen Yuan's face.
He shot his dad an appreciative look that said, 'You get it,' then immediately locked the screen and stuffed the phone into his pocket, all in one smooth motion.
"Heh, thanks, Dad!" he said cheerfully, pocketing his hand.
Li Zhi, who had witnessed the entire exchange from the side, glanced at her own father, who was still smiling sheepishly.
