After entering, the girl habitually changed her shoes and then set down her bag.
She came here every Friday to stay for two days, and these two days were solely to accompany Liu Shaorong. Liu Shaorong doted on her immensely, almost to the point of granting her every request. As long as she desired something, Liu Shaorong would try his best to fulfill her wishes.
The girl had just walked in.
Suddenly, a voice emanated from the room, "Happy birthday..."
Then, Liu Shaorong came out pushing a small cart with a beautiful two-tiered cake on it.
"Old Liu!" the girl exclaimed joyfully.
"Qinqin, today is your birthday," Liu Shaorong said with a simple smile. "You know, I'm not good at being romantic, but this is the most romantic I can be!"
"Who says you're not romantic? I think it's wonderful," the girl smiled faintly.
Xiao Qin had never expected Liu Shaorong to stage such a romantic gesture, yet, this kind of romance was clearly not as thrilling as luxury goods.