There was a moment of silence on the phone.
After a moment, Lu Huaiyu chuckled.
"Ah Li, do you know what Grandpa said today?"
Shen Li had not expected him to suddenly mention this.
"Hmm? What did Grandpa Lu say?"
"He was wondering why it was me who is celebrating his birthday and not you?"
Lu Huaiyu looked out of the window. His deep and slightly hoarse voice seemed to blend into the heavy night. Every word carried a slight heat, and even the silent night was lit up.
"Shen Tangtang, please grow up quickly."
...
The next day was the weekend.
At 10 am, the black Panamera stopped at the ninth building in Skyleaf City.
A tall and handsome figure stood beside the car.
A gentle breeze blew, stirring up his pure black shirt. The perfect muscle lines were faintly visible underneath.
One of his hands was in his pocket. His sleeves were half-rolled up, revealing his strong, fair forearms.
