How could Ye Que have imagined that tonight, Chi Zaozao, clinging to him to stay out until midnight before returning, was actually doing it to celebrate his birthday.
Living for more than thirty years, he had never truly, formally celebrated a single birthday.
He found it troublesome and never allowed others to celebrate for him.
Unexpectedly, Chi Zaozao had conspired with these people to throw such a grand birthday party for him.
He was very touched, especially touched.
Surrounded by everyone and brought to the center of the living room, seeing the decor of the house—elegant without being extravagant, beautiful but not gaudy—he couldn't quite describe what he was feeling inside.
Just a single day, and everything at home had completely changed from when he left in the morning to his return in the evening.
How on earth did they manage it?