"Mom." Ji Mo reached out to stop her. His black pupils stared at her. "You're here for that orchid, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Wu Tong's eyes flashed with panic, it turned into anger. "I saw your favorite strawberry cake on the way here, so I bought it and wanted to give it to you. What about you? Are you going to malign your mother? You're really my good son!"
"Mom!"
Facing Wu Tong, Ji Mo raised his voice for the first time. "Strawberry cake was the birthday cake I wanted when I was five years old, but I'm already seventeen years old now. I don't like to eat it anymore."
When Ji Mo was young, he celebrated the birthday of his classmate in school. His classmate's parents bought a two-layer strawberry cake and distributed it to every child in the class. Hence, he also wanted a piece of strawberry cake on his birthday. But instead of being satisfied, he was locked up in a dark room and locked up for an entire day.
