"You're cherishing this so much, you might not even be this good to your own wife in the future."
"Something so detrimental, you think I'd touch it? Only someone idle like you would spend time on such vexing relationships." Jun Moyan said disdainfully.
"Remember what you said tonight, don't end up contradicting yourself later."
"There won't be a chance for that."
"In a few days, I'll send you a truckload of beauties, I don't believe you won't react."
Jun Moyan promptly hung up the phone.
Shangguan Yu chuckled and tossed his phone aside.
Looking at the pink-and-white cake in front of him with candles still inserted, he smiled bitterly and said, "Yaoyao, happy birthday."
He lifted his head, kept pouring himself drinks, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Next to the cake, there were four gift boxes of different sizes.
These were the birthday gifts he had prepared for Gu Yao.
The two years she was abroad for treatment, last year, and this year.
