Nangong Man Sha nodded, but immediately faced a dilemma, "So, how much should I give?"
Now, the question of how much money to give really stumped Nangong Man Sha.
She was good at socializing, indeed, and often chose gifts for those celebrating their birthday, but this was her first time giving only a red envelope, so in her mind, the more the better.
But this was all the cash she had.
Chu Ge pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling that Nangong Man Sha was a bit more relatable.
"How about you just stuff in eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight?" Chu Ge suggested. "It means 'to prosper' and 'to prosper,' the Tang Family being businesspeople, they really like numbers with such auspicious meanings."
Nangong Man Sha didn't think much about it and stuffed in eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight as Chu Ge said.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Tang Xin's voice came through, "Mr. Chu, it's me, Tang Xin."
