The lobby manager saw Luo Yirui and smiled as he bent down, "Young master is here."
Luo Yirui nodded, "Are my mom and the others in the small hall on the top floor?"
The lobby manager responded, then watched Luo Yirui quickly walk away.
There was no exaggeration of a second-generation rich, no impatience, and no arrogance. Luo Yirui was very likable. However, no one dared to underestimate this child, setting aside his status, no one dared look down on him.
After taking the elevator down, Luo Yirui walked to the small hall entrance and heard the sound of a birthday song from the ajar door. Luo Yirui scratched his head. In the end, he was still late.
Luo Yirui gently opened a crack in the door. Inside, the lights were already off, and only the candles on the front cake were shining. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, no one noticed him...
Thinking this, he sneaked in quietly, sat down on the sofa at the back, and acted as if he had been there all along...
