"This sentence again, Ling Muchen, what do you mean?"

Not answered.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" What is the meaning of Ling Muchen's words?Nothing but sarcasm, only sarcasm—that's all.

Probably because of what Ling Muchen said before, Qi Yan always felt that there was a growing gap between him and the person in front of him, and he didn't even feel like talking to this guy at all.So he picked up his pace and continued to walk forward. Ling Muchen stood aside and smiled coldly, holding Qi Yan's elbow with his backhand.

"What?" Qi Yan subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable, and said impatiently.

Ling Muchen's head was slightly lowered, and Qi Yan didn't turn to look at him on purpose, so he didn't know what his expression was.I only remember that it was a very low voice, but it was inexplicably soft.

"Qi Yan, happy birthday." It's obviously a cold and cold voice, but can you say such words? "Let's say it's twelve o'clock. —Happy birthday."

After this sentence is said, there is basically nothing else.Ling Muchen continued walking in front of him with slender steps, while Qi Yan was stunned for a second.

It wasn't until Qi Yan returned to the living room that he realized that there was no one in the four seats.Although the scene was chaotic, there was really no one there.

Subconsciously, he took out his phone and checked the time.

"24:00"

Incredible.

This man actually knew his birthday.

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