Fu Xiyao quickly squatted down and hugged roly poly in her arms.
The Roly Poly that Ling Limu had given her was no longer there. Now, Roly Poly was accompanying her.
Meow
Roly Poly meowed and looked at Fu Xiyao with his big black eyes.
Fu Xiyao reached out her small hand and stroked Roly Poly’s soft and snow-white fur. In these 15 years, it was fortunate that he had given her a cat in the royal family.
..
Fu Xiyao didn’t contact Ling Limu, and Ling Limu didn’t contact her on his own initiative either. A week passed peacefully.
One morning, Fu Xiyao opened her eyes on her big, soft bed and turned on her phone.
Fu Xiyao would turn off her personal phone when she slept. Now that her phone was turned on, the sound of text messages exploded like crazy.
Today was her 33rd birthday.
Everyone was wishing her a happy birthday.
Fu Xiyao was stunned for a moment before she realized that today was her birthday. She had already forgotten about it.
