After finishing lunch, they seemed to have no activities planned for the afternoon.
The adults had work in the afternoon and drove straight back to their respective homes; the mass of classmates who had gathered dispersed into small groups to find their own entertainment.
After simply bidding farewell to their parents, the five girls, along with Xu Qingfan, broke away from the crowd.
"Don't we have anything planned for the afternoon?" Xu Qingfan blinked, feeling that rallying hundreds of people for his birthday and then just dispersing after the meal was rather anticlimactic.
Moreover, the morning's activities had overturned his impression of the girls.
Calling hundreds of people to celebrate his birthday, although he could do it himself, was a bit too exaggerated.
Despite that, the moment when hundreds of people wished him a happy birthday in unison was indeed touching, filling him with an overwhelming surge of emotion, almost to the point of tears.
