"Dad, are you going to show in the evening?" Ling Qile put his arms around his dear mommy's neck, looked at his head and was walking around. After n rounds of walking, he asked.

"my hair hasn't dried, I'll wipe it." Ling Jichen looked at his son, who was not sleepy at all, and asked, "honey, why don't you sleep so late?"

"I'm waiting for your red bag, Mommy's has already given it. What about yours? "Ling Qile put out his little hand and looked at his serious son. He suddenly smiled, got on the bed, took out a red bag from under the pillow, looked at Ling Jichen and...