Wen Ran's birthday fell on a Saturday.
Mo Xiuchen gave her the day off, yet he himself returned to the company to work overtime.
As the year-end approached, everything was busy. Originally, he had to check the performance of each branch starting from Thursday. But because of Wen Ran's birthday, he didn't want to miss it, so he pushed his schedule back to Sunday.
After celebrating Wen Ran's birthday today, he would be even busier tomorrow.
"Ranran, happy birthday!"
Wen Ran dialed Mo Xiuchen's number, and the first thing she heard was not the familiar ringtone but Mo Xiuchen's gentle blessing. She paused for a moment, then a wave of happiness surged in her heart.
His pace of speech was neither fast nor slow, but it was affectionate and gentle. Unconsciously, an image of his amiable and charming face while saying those words emerged in Wen Ran's mind.
"Ranran, happy birthday!"
