Xiao Dahai indeed proved to be an honest child, prompting Xiao Zhicheng on the side to wish he could stomp on his face a few times.
"Look at you, you've lost all face," complained Xiao Zhicheng's wife irritably.
"Oh man, how was I supposed to know that fatty would come up with something like that!" Xiao Zhicheng said with a helpless expression.
"Enough already," snorted his wife. "How are people at home going to look at you now? Can't you even afford to give a few hundred yuan in a red packet?"
"Should I go get ready then?" Xiao Zhicheng said with a bitter smile.
"Go on, get your face back!" his wife replied irritably.
Xiao Zhicheng hurried off to the restroom indeed, and when he came back, he had several red packets stuffed in his pocket. Xiao Zhicheng was celebrating his first year of marriage after all; it would be inappropriate not to offer something, so he himself knew it was embarrassing.