Halfway through dinner, the Su family's doorbell rang, and Su Lingyu got up to answer the door.
Bai Xiaosheng heard a stretch of conversation.
"Xiaoyu, where's your mom? Isn't today her birthday? Why did I think it was tomorrow?"
A voice came through—similar in tone and speed to Jiang Yue's but more mature.
"Auntie Jiang, it's not today, it's tomorrow, Dad and I got it wrong," Su Lingyu explained.
As they talked, two people entered with Su Lingyu; one was a woman in her forties, dressed in bright and striking clothes with delicate makeup and thin lips—definitely the chatty type.
Behind her followed Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue glanced around, caught sight of Bai Xiaosheng, and quietly glared at him.
After all, he had just "scolded" her a moment ago.
Bai Xiaosheng pretended not to notice.
"Jiang Lu, you're here, look at my husband and dear daughter, both managed to get my birthday wrong." Yan Xuefei said with a laugh as she rose to meet them, and Su Dazhong also stood up smiling.
