"Lin, what's wrong with you? It's your birthday today, happy birthday!" Li Lin said excitedly, holding a cake and smiling at Lin Zifeng.
However, there was not a trace of a smile on Lin Zifeng's face.
Instead, it was replaced by a visage of icy frost.
"How did you know it's my birthday today?" Lin Zifeng asked coldly.
"I remembered it from before. What's wrong? Lin, why do you look so upset? Can't you just smile? It's your birthday!"
"Firstly, I have to thank you. However, I regret to tell you that today is not my birthday."
After Lin Zifeng finished, Li Lin's pretty face showed a slight shock, but she quickly recovered, "Hehe, maybe I remembered wrong. Sorry, Lin."
"It's not that you remembered wrong, but that you care too much. Do you think Li Lin prepared a cake just to celebrate my birthday?" Lin Zifeng's tone was very cold, and a sinister look appeared on his face.