Protect Our Clan Leader

"Cough, cough~" Wu Zhiyu awkwardly rose to his feet and cupped his hands in salute, "Rich, so we’re relatives after all. My apologies for any offense earlier." This so-called relative was a real stretch at best.

"Why say such a thing, Brother Zhiyu? You and Xuanji want to help, that’s a good thing. I haven’t even thanked you yet," Wang Fugui said calmly and indifferently.

"Baotian, you too. How could you be unaware of Rich’s circumstances? What kind of Clan Relative are you?" Wu Zhiyu then turned to rib Wang Baotian.

"I, I didn’t know either. I just met One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle today..." Wang Baotian said with a hapless, grieving look, "I’m just a kid; no one at home would tell me this stuff for no reason."

"You didn’t know? Heh, you sure snatched up the red envelope quickly though," Wu Zhiyu teased with a twinkle in his eye, "Since our little brother Rich hails from such a prestigious background, I bet the greeting gift in that red envelope is quite significant. Baotian, how fortunate you are."

Wang Baotian understood what these words meant, but after all, Rich was his Clan Relative. He feared that a small gift would embarrass Rich, so he promptly shook his head, "An elder’s greeting gift, no matter the amount, is a blessing. Forget it, let’s not look."

"Baotian, why not let us take a look?" Luo Xuanji egged on from the side, "We’re not going to ask to borrow money from you, are we?"

"This..." Wang Baotian felt a bit embarrassed to look, yet was afraid to lose his "friends."