The old master handed the bulging red envelope to his grandson Daxton Lancaster. "Take it, this is your grandpa's red envelope for you."
Back in those days when a ten-yuan bill was a big note, the old master's red envelope held over ten thousand, so stuffed it looked like it would burst open any moment.
Daxton Lancaster received the red envelope with both hands. "Thank you, Grandpa!"
At the dining table behind them, Daemon Lancaster saw his grandfather give his cousin such a big red envelope, and his expression instantly turned ugly.
When he got married, Grandpa had only given him a thousand. It was generous, sure, but compared with his cousin, it was obvious at a glance who Grandpa was favoring.
Victoria Thornton didn't care much. Their own family did business; she wasn't bothered about this little bit of red envelope money.
