At last, he washed four types of fruit, cut them into even pieces, and arranged them around the cake, leaving only the center space empty.
"You can write something here."
Upon hearing this, Ran Yu blurted out without a second thought, "Could you write: Happy Birthday Li Ji for me?"
Lu Ziheng's movements froze: "..."
He felt as if his heart had suddenly been struck.
It was as though all his warmth and affection had been fed to a dog.
Ran Yu looked up, "Why aren't you writing?"
Lu Ziheng's expression was grim, "Is this a birthday present for that brat?"
"Yeah, his birthday is this Saturday, and I didn't know what gift to give. I don't have much money on me, and Assistant Gong suggested I make a gift myself, so I decided to make a cake."
After speaking, she smiled, "But don't worry, I'll tell him that I made it with uncle."
Uncle?
Lu Ziheng felt his heart take a direct hit this time.
I should have never agreed to her calling me her uncle last time!
