"Comfortable, how is it, does it look good?" Ji Xinghua adjusted his clothes, his smile so wide that his lips wouldn't close.
Ji Shuyuan didn't just give a perfunctory glance but seriously looked him over before nodding and saying, "It looks good, Grandpa. You look especially vibrant, like you've shed a few years."
"You, always so sweet-talking." Ji Xinghua's eyes crinkled with his smile, and he secretly slipped a bag into Ji Shuyuan's pocket, saying, "Shuyuan, Grandpa supports you."
"Grandpa, I can't." Ji Shuyuan started to take it out.
Ji Xinghua hastily stopped him, "I'm not short on money. Your second uncle and aunt have given plenty before and after the New Year, especially your aunt's family; they really gave quite a lot. You use it first, pay me back when you've made some money."
