Qin Tian looked at Murong Fei, who sensed something and turned to face him. She immediately pursed her lips and then rubbed her eyes, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Qin Tian coughed dryly twice, feeling a bit awkward, and sat on the sofa opposite Murong Fei.
"Qin Tian, you've arrived?"
Murong Bei, leaning on a walking cane, came down from the second floor at a leisurely pace, wearing a smile on his face. He glanced at Murong Fei and approached the sofa.
"Qin Tian, happy birthday."
Murong Bei sat down next to Qin Tian on the sofa and said, "I only rushed back yesterday. It was all so hurried, and I didn't prepare a birthday gift for you. Well, let's have a simple home-cooked meal today and call it my treat."
"Elder, you're too polite. I hardly celebrate my birthday," Qin Tian said modestly.
