Ye Xingchong was embarrassed. "How can you say that? What do you mean by forcing you? We are sincere about celebrating your birthday…"
"You really want to celebrate my birthday. Why don't you even remember what day my birthday is?"
Ye Beisheng interrupted him with a meaningful smile.
Ye Xingchong was stunned. What does that mean?
'What did she mean by 'I don't even remember what day'? Isn't her birthday just a thing of the past?'
"Ahem." At this moment, a student said weakly, "Uncle Ye, Ye Beishen's birthday seems to be… two months from now."
"Yes, yes, well, I'm from the student union... I've seen Ye Beisheng's medical report. Her birthday is on the 28th two months later, not today…"
A deathly silence.
"Pfft." Song Ci successfully laughed. "So the Ye family doesn't even remember your birthday. This birthday party is just to show that they 'treat you well' and make the Qin family stop, right?"
