"Although folklore has many days linked to the Queen Mother of the West's birthday, her actual birthday is on April 19th every year!"
Upon hearing this, Dong Wanggong was completely stunned.
He showed a shocked expression and was unable to speak for a long time.
Jiang Lu smiled faintly, "Now you should believe it, right?"
But who knew Dong Wanggong would stammer awkwardly, "Ah... Ah? Is that so?"
Jiang Lu's smile gradually faded.
"Ah, you didn't know her birthday, did you..."
"Ah, I only know my own..."
"That's very typical of this generation's youth, completely unconcerned about their relatives and taking for granted the kindness shown to them, like thankless wretches."
"You're talking nonsense! I just couldn't quite remember, give me some time and I will recall it."
Dong Wanggong's face visibly reddened, as if special effects had been added.
