Stepping out of the private room, Chen Zhi breathed in the refreshing air outside and relaxed considerably.
She looked down and walked towards the restroom, and on the way, a man and a woman passed by her.
Just now, her long hair had covered half of her face; she only caught a glimpse of the man's profile and did not see his face clearly.
However, that casual glance was enough for her to recognize the person.
Chen Zhi's body shook, and she froze in place.
Turning around in disbelief and seeing that familiar tall silhouette, her throat tightened with excitement, unable to utter a sound.
"Yichen, about your mother's birthday, what should I give her?" a woman with a graceful back asked softly, clinging to his arm.
"Anything's fine, my mom won't mind," the man replied indifferently.
"How can it be just anything? I'll go and pick out a gift seriously tomorrow, it has to be something your mother likes."
