"Oh, oh, oh, when is your birthday?" Han Zhijin's voice echoed inside the private room again.
Xia Wan'an knew that Han Zhijin was asking because he wanted to reciprocate for the birthday gift he received. Before Ai Jiang could answer, she stretched out her hand and pushed open the door: "It's getting late. Shall we call it a night?"
"Sounds good." Han Zhijin immediately put away his phone.
"Han Zhijin, where are you going back to, your apartment?" Ai Jiang also started packing her bag and putting on her jacket.
Hearing this, Xia Wan'an, who was applying hand cream, suddenly noticed another trick of Ai Jiang.
