It wasn't until Zhang Fan left with the cake box that the waiter snapped out of it.
How old is he? Does he not have any awareness?
Is this about celebrating a birthday or messing with someone's feelings?
Will this kid get beaten up?
But Zhang Fan wasn't aware of any of this!
No cakes in the shop, is that my fault?
And!
Ye Yanran, that tigress, is almost twenty-six, right?
Eating cake at this age, isn't it a bit childish?
Emmm!
Driving his car, Zhang Fan raced all the way.
The low rumble of the engine drew sidelong glances from many people.
But when they saw the ugly car model, countless people rolled their eyes.
This engine, paired with this car?
Are you kidding me?
Meanwhile, Weng Shuang wore pajamas, holding a hairdryer, drying her wet hair.
Her flawless skin had a hint of redness.
Especially her face, it was blushing like a sunset!
