Before noon.
At Zhang Ye's maternal grandma's house.
"Brother, where's my new year's money?" his third younger sister asked with her hands held out.
His eldest younger sister also swung her hair back elegantly and asked, "And mine?"
His second younger sister sat up on bed. "Me too! Me too!"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "How long has it been since Lunar New Year? It's been more than half a month already and we can't even consider it a late new year, so what new year money are you talking about? No!"
