At that moment, Bai Yaoyao was reminded of Xirong Ziye. Her heart wrenched uncontrollably, and every single inch of her heart ached. She thought that she had already forgotten about him, but in the end, she was still triggered by memories of him.
She took in a deep breath and tried to brush away the stuffiness in her heart. Putting on a bubby expression, she said, "I didn't even know that it's your birthday today. I didn't prepare a present at all."
Duan Yanhao pulled out a chair, signaling Bai Yaoyao to take a seat. He shook his head and said, "Presents are just material needs, and I never cared about them before. It's already wonderful that you agreed to spend my birthday with you. Take a seat. The cake's already prepared, and what's left is you!"
