Shen Xi frowned. Why did Fu Qingli not lock Fu Qingxuan in and let him out instead?
Fu Qingxuan took large strides toward her and propped an umbrella over her head before looking at her with a smile. "Where are you going now?"
With a stoic look on her face, Shen Xi glanced at him. "Why are you here?"
Not the least bit infuriated, Fu Qingxuan spoke matter-of-factly, "Tomorrow's your birthday. I came to celebrate with you."
Someone then emerged from a nearby distance. A charming young man of a tall build strolled in the snow without an umbrella. All he had was a few cups of bubble tea. He drew close and gave Shen Xi a cup. "Happy birthday."
Shen Xi winced in disdain. "My birthday's tomorrow."
Pei Xu smiled. "I'm just wishing you in advance. We rushed all the way here to celebrate your birthday but look at the attitude you're giving us."
Shen Xi retorted, "Oh, thank you."
