Gu Xinzhou looked at her daughter with some guilt: "Next year, I'll make it up to you with a big birthday party."
Qiao Yi quickly waved her hand, nervously saying: "Mommy, you don't even celebrate your own birthday, why would I have a big party? Being with family, having a bowl of longevity noodles, and blowing some candles is already perfect."
Lowering her head, Qiao Yi felt a bit sad: "If only the old ancestor were still here."
If Lan Baozhen were alive, Zhenyuan would be so lively this year with the twins' wedding, Gu Xinzhou's 40th birthday banquet, and Qiao Yi's 20th birthday party, all grandly celebrated.
After breakfast, Gu Xinzhou was in the study handling work.
Little An'an was taken by Zhang Wei to enjoy the sun, the children went to their classes at the back, Song Zhen and Yunxi went to the group, and Qiao Yi was also in the study dealing with Lillian and the resort's work.
Everything seemed no different from usual.
