This birthday was the most delightful one Li Shuangshuang had experienced in years.
It wasn't just because so much had happened today but also because of the bracelet Zhou Yu had given her, which filled her with joy.
During the birthday banquet, Zhou Yu and Li De'an surrounded her and sang her the birthday song.
Li Shuangshuang also drank a lot.
By twelve o'clock in the evening, Li Shuangshuang had already passed out drunk.
After settling Li Shuangshuang down, Zhou Yu and Li De'an stepped out onto the villa's balcony.
Gazing at the night sky, Zhou Yu started, "Mr. Li, just what is the relationship between the Han Family of Shanghai City and Shuangshuang?"
Rarely, Li De'an took out a cigarette and lit one.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled.
Watching the smoke drift away with the wind into the night sky, Li De'an finally began to speak slowly:
"Shuangshuang's mother was from the Han Family of Shanghai City..."