As dusk shrouded the entire city, within a luxurious and magnificent villa, the pleasant sound of string and woodwind instruments intertwined with the clinking of cups and laughter.
Here, a grand and solemn birthday celebration was taking place.
The protagonist of the day, Song Min'an, was engaged in cheerful conversations with the guests. The event was grandiose, and superficially, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious and delightful.
A server came to call him. Song Min'an excused himself from his friends and followed. Upon seeing Qin Yao standing in the backyard, he walked over with a smile and said, "Why aren't you out front anymore? You even had me called out, making it seem as if we're having a clandestine affair."
Qin Yao stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She did not have the leisurely mood that Song Min'an had, nor the inclination to joke.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Seeing her discontent, Song Min'an also put away his smile and asked.
