Walking into a box, putting away the cake and gifts, she immediately took out her cell phone and called Ye Beicheng. But when she called, she reminded her that she was in the middle of the conversation, and she hung up sadly, hoping to call back later.

Quietly and elegantly open the curtain, the night outside is shrouded in the colorful light of neon lights, which is very beautiful and warm.

She was in a good mood, because Ye Beicheng's thirtieth birthday was only shared with her, which made her feel deeply that he cared about her, not less than Yang Qixue.

The mobile phone ringing beside the desk was...