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Holding her cup, her round eyes spinning, she sent a pleading look towards the aunt standing behind Ya Ying, who mouthed a hint with silent speech.
Song Sishen acted as if a lightbulb went off, holding his cup nonchalantly, he sighed, "Isn't it just Muwan's birthday? I sent the gift over a long time ago, but----------
"But what?" Song Sishen had spoken only half a sentence, stirring up Ya Ying's curiosity who looked at him and asked.
Song Sishen fell silent, pondering how to begin. Yesterday, when he ran into Fu Jing and she asked about Jiang Muwan, he heard from her tone that she likely wouldn't be able to make it back for her birthday. After probing for details, he finally understood that she was striving for bigger endeavors.
With greatness within reach, how could one abandon the effort halfway?
