"That's right, your and Miaomiao's birthdays are coming up. Come over to the house then; I'll throw a birthday party for you and Miaomiao, and we can celebrate together," Qin Du flipped out his phone, opened the calendar, and saw that it was the fourth day of the seventh lunar month. In three days, on the seventh day of the seventh month, it would be Yun Ya's birthday.
Yun Ya had no particular sentiment toward birthdays. In the past, when she was abroad, it was always Qin Du who remembered, and he had made sure she and Miaomiao had a great time, each occasion leaving memorable memories.
Yun Ya nodded gently, "Okay."
The two avoided mentioning Yun Shen, tacitly agreeing not to touch this forbidden subject.
Qin Du saw a news update on his phone, glanced at Yun Ya, and handed her the phone, "Take a look for yourself."
Yun Ya glanced at it and the corners of her lips deepened into a smile, "The media is always looking for a gap to slip through, never missing a chance."
