"That's not true!" Zhang Yantong snorted coldly, her face immediately blushing slightly with a hint of rosy color. With a light breeze, her shoulder-length hair slightly covered her face. She quickly hooked it with her hand. This scene was captivating; the pink cheeks, the delicate and small nose, the rosy cherry-like lips—all deeply attracted Ye Chen. Zhang Yantong coyly and teasingly said, "You idiot, what are you staring at? I'm here to give you an invitation today!"
"Oh? What kind of invitation?" Ye Chen was taken aback.
"It's my birthday tonight, and I wanted to invite you..." Before Zhang Yantong could finish, Ye Chen immediately frowned. Zhang Yantong was stunned and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have something to do tonight?"
"Yes, I have something to do tonight!" Ye Chen hurriedly nodded.
"What is it? Tonight is my birthday!" Zhang Yantong looked at Ye Chen in disappointment.
