"I heard you and Anxin fighting over something." Father Qiao frowned. "Where's Anxin?"
"She said she had to go out."
Lin Huizhen held Father Qiao's hand and hesitated for a while before saying softly, "Husband, it's your birthday in a few days. What do you want to do about it?"
"It's meaningless to celebrate birthdays every year. Moreover, we're already so old, what's there to celebrate?" Father Qiao said calmly.
"How can that do?" Lin Huizhen said. "It's precisely because you're old that you have to celebrate your birthday. Not only do you have to celebrate it, but you also have to celebrate it grandly. How can you not celebrate your birthday every year?
"Husband, that's what I plan to do. I'll cook something good for you. We'll have a good meal together. And I think we should call Mianmian back, too. I haven't seen her in a long time. You must miss her, too.
"No matter what, she should come back for your birthday."
