And Duan Qirui was still in that same familiar all-white outfit. The moment he walked in, he frowned. If it were anyone else, people would probably think he was being a bit rude—coming to someone's birthday celebration with a frown. But the Ruan Family knew he was just purely disgusted by the crowd, and by the air pollution caused by too many people.
When they saw Duan Qianyang, the Ruan Family quickly went over to greet him. Ruan Jiaojiao also came over hand in hand with Duan Xi, calling out sweetly, "Uncle Duan."
"Aiya, our Jiaojiao really is getting prettier and prettier. Uncle had something to deal with just now and got held up a bit, so I'm late. I'll make it up to you later with a bigger birthday present, how about that?" Duan Qianyang said with a smile to Ruan Jiaojiao.
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded with her eyes curved in a smile. "You're not late, you're not late. But I'll still be taking that big present."
