Saturday arrived, and it was Xi Jiu's birthday.
This was the first birthday the man celebrated since the two of them got together, and Ruan Qi had reserved a spot at the restaurant early on and prepared roses and a gift.
"A girlfriend preparing roses for her boyfriend?" Nie Heng's eyebrows twitched three times, "Isn't that backward? Isn't it always the man who gives flowers to the woman?"
"Narrow-minded," Ruan Qi spat out the toothpaste foam from her mouth and sternly criticized her fellow disciple, "Gender equality. Giving flowers is not the exclusive right of men. Not only am I giving flowers, but I also set up a flower wall at the restaurant for Jiujiu."
"A flower wall?!"
Nie Heng yelped, "Sister, are you celebrating a birthday or proposing?!"
"Obviously, it's a birthday. If I were proposing to Jiujiu, just a flower wall in the restaurant wouldn't cut it. I would at least have to cover the entire Xi Group building with flower walls!"
Nie Heng: "..."
