In the private room of Zi Jing City Club, Li Nanheng hung up the phone and entered the room. Before closing the door, he turned back to look at Feng Ling.
Feng Ling stood there without looking at him.
Mo Jingshen asked Ji Nuan, "Have you eaten anything tonight?"
Ji Nuan looked at the various wines on the coffee table. "I haven't eaten. I was just about to say, isn't today Nanheng's birthday? You've been here for half a day. Why don't I see any cake?"
Qin Siting calmly curved his lips. "I drove here right after finishing a surgery. How would I have the time to buy a cake?"
When the men gathered together, no one liked to eat these things, so they naturally ignored them.
Mo Jingshen received Ji Nuan's gaze and calmly replied, "Do I look like someone who would buy a cake to celebrate a man's birthday?"
