"..." Chen Yiran sat in his office, looking at that infuriating text message and couldn't help but smile. Through those few short words, he could almost picture Tianxin's smug face.
His slender fingers danced across the phone screen with agility, and in no time, he had composed and sent off a reply:
Don't get cocky, in a month you'll be a year older as well.
Hehe.
Tianxin, seeing the words on the screen, couldn't help but giggle foolishly.
The security uncle lifted his eyes from the newspaper, looking at Tianxin laughing foolishly to himself and, after some hesitation, couldn't resist picking up the phone from the front desk and stealthily dialling Chen Yiran's number, then whispered, "Boss Chen, your wife is here."
"Hmm?" Chen Yiran raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing that the security uncle hung up after delivering his message—apparently, someone wanted to give him a special surprise.
