After hanging up the phone, Mo Han bid farewell to Tang Chuchu and Wen Biyu.
It was already eleven o'clock, and he needed to get back to cooking. If he was late, his mother-in-law's mouth would be unstoppable.
"Mo Han, I heard you mention a gift just now." With Old Tang not around, Tang Chuchu reverted to being that straightforward and careless young girl, "Is it your wife's birthday?"
Uh...
A series of black lines crossed Mo Han's forehead as he patiently explained, "It's not my wife, it's my wife's grandmother, Old Lady Luo."
"Tomorrow is her seventieth birthday, and Ning'er asked me to buy a gift."
"Oh." Tang Chuchu nodded blankly, "I thought it was your wife's big birthday…"
Ptui!
My wife is only 25, how could she have a big birthday!
However, counting the days, it seems Ning'er's birthday is also coming up soon.
