Xiao Yebai had no choice but to put the tablet he had just picked up back down again, "What day?"
"You forgot again!" Mo Weiyi pouted, looking unhappy.
The man's eyebrows twitched rapidly, then he said with an indifferent tone, "I've been too busy lately."
"When are you not busy? Every time I ask you, it's always 'busy, busy, busy.'" Mo Weiyi stroked his stiff short black hair at the back of his neck and finally said directly, "The day after tomorrow is our wedding anniversary."
Xiao Yebai hooked his thin lips, "What gift do you want?"
"I won't tell you," Mo Weiyi tilted her face, her fluffy, beautiful curls cascading from her delicate shoulders. A pair of beautiful eyes sparkled with charm, "This time you decide what to give me. Just to be clear, I don't want any jewelry anymore."
"So," Xiao Yebai's thin lips curved deeper, revealing a somewhat frivolous smile, "you don't like the jewelry I've given you before?"
