She and Wu Yulin arrived at the designated private room.
Quite a few people were already there, almost everyone had arrived.
Today was Yin Bin's birthday, so naturally, he was the center of attention.
Yao Beidi presented her gift, "Happy birthday."
"I've said I don't care for these things; you didn't have to go through the trouble," Yin Bin said tactfully, taking the gift naturally and smiling as he began to unwrap it.
"It's just a small token of appreciation. Don't take it to heart," Yao Beidi smiled, "But there are some sentiments that you should seriously accept."
Yin Bin still didn't seem to grasp what Yao Beidi was implying.
He opened Yao Beidi's gift and took out the pen, exaggerating a bit, "How did you know I was just missing a pen?"
Yao Beidi just shrugged and smiled.
She knew Yin Bin was good with words, and would act this way even if he didn't like it.