Once home, after parking the car, Qin Mengying insisted on walking herself, so Ou Mingxuan helped her, and they walked side by side.
Ou Mingxuan looked up at the slightly pale sky, murmuring to himself, "Three days later is my birthday."
Qin Mengying: "..."
"A so-called birthday is just an excuse for socializing, it has long lost its original meaning," Ou Mingxuan's tone was somewhat self-mocking.
Qin Mengying hesitated before speaking, "So... last night you were actually celebrating your birthday?"
Ou Mingxuan looked at her with a smile, "The doctor is really smart."
With his status, he was often compelled to participate in a birthday party named celebration, planning too many things, so he often conducted private celebrations with friends a few days earlier.
Qin Mengying lowered her gaze, "Sorry, I didn't know..."
Ou Mingxuan returned to his carefree demeanor, teasing, "Is a single apology enough? Doctor, you still owe me a birthday gift!"
