'Ha-Happy Birthday U-Uncle Cheng…!'
A young Bojing had gone to Cheng, offering a flower as his gift.
'I picked this fl-flower for you!'
'Aww Bojing is so cuteeee!' Yang Bingqing squealed. 'Happy Birthday, dear.'
She tiptoed and kissed his cheek.
The trio felt Yang Cheng's momentarily confused looks.
'Why are you looking like that?'
'Dad is still sleepy, Mom. It's freaking four in the morning. Didn't you get some other time to surprise him?' A teen Mingshen grimaced with a yawn.
'W-Well it's just now that I completed my decorations!' She mumbled guiltily.
Yang Cheng stared at Bojing's birthday gift and slowly took his flower from him.
'What day is it today…?'
Yang Bingqing chuckled. 'Did you forget it's your birthday today?'
He stared at her for a long moment after which his lips formed a small O.
'Oh. Yes…It's my birthday today.'
