The days passed by uneventfully and the day of the birthday celebration finally arrived.
After pondering over several ideas for days, Zhao Lifei had gotten Old Master Yang a gift that she thought would suit him. She was very meticulous in selecting the material, color, and various minor things about the gift. She had spent an entire afternoon wrapping it, only to unwrap it and rewrap it in several different ways until she finally found the perfect way of presenting it.
As requested by Zhao Lifei, Wu Subing had sent the dress to the Zhao Mansion instead of Yang Feng's house.
The banquet was starting in less than three hours and she finally decided to open the enormous black box sitting by the edge of her bed. Standing by the doorway of the room were maids, ready to doll her up to perfection.
