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"Happy birthday, Tangtang."
Qin Jin's thin lips gently parted, quietly uttering the words of blessing, sparing his words as gold.
Gu Xiran's nickname was Tang Bao, but as she grew, having "Bao" in her name felt odd to her, so she simply let everyone call her Tangtang.
Qin Jin was the first to change the term.
Tangtang.
Gu Xiran playfully extended her little hand.
"Where's the gift?"
"I had someone place it in your room."
Gu Xiran: "..."
Alright.
Such a big surprise indeed.
Gu Xiran's eyes were full of smiles, yet she noticed that deep within Qin Jin's dark eyes was a cold indifference, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.
"Oh, right, where's Qin Song? Why didn't he come with you?"
"He's busy."
Busy?
That's quite unlikely.
Given Qin Song's personality, whenever it's my birthday or involved with me, his presence is indispensable.
He's my best buddy after all.
It seems like Qin Song really is occupied.
But he should at least stop by and say hello.
