"When is Old Zhang's big birthday?"
"Two weeks from now."
She was taken aback.
Just one day apart from her own graduation ceremony.
Really, how could it be such a coincidence? Even if Wan Donglin took a private jet, he might not make it in time.
She felt an unusual disappointment deep inside, but said nothing, just forced a smile: "Just make sure that burly man doesn't let that Lady Chuchu cling to him at the birthday banquet."
"You can rest assured a thousand times."
"By the way, burly man, where are you now?"
He looked at the direction of Huang Xiaojue's home, but calmly replied: "I'm getting ready for a meeting."
She wanted to ask about Huang Xiaojue, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to speak—.
