"Really?" Song Fengwan pretended not to know when Fu Chen's birthday was.
Her birthday and Fu Chen's weren't too far apart.
"Third Brother is twenty-eight years old this year, and he's twenty-nine after his birthday. But he'll be thirty in Chinese years. It's his birthday after all. Do you want to hold a small banquet?" Fu Wan looked at Fu Chen, who was diagonally opposite her. He was eating dumplings dipped in vinegar, his actions extremely elegant.
"I'm not a child. Why would I hold a birthday banquet?" Fu Chen recalled that after his birthday last year, his relationship with Song Fengwan had been exposed, and he had even been beaten up because of it. At this moment, his back still hurt slightly.
"Thirty years old is also an important stage in life. As the saying goes, you're already independent at thirty." Although he was her younger brother, Fu Wan was much older than him and really doted on him like a son.
