Bella Acker almost didn't react, "What you were about to tell me was about this, right?"
"That's right." Damian Sinclair made his wish, lowered his head and blew out the candles, then asked, "Can you still eat the cake? Eating sweets at night isn't good for your teeth."
"I can't eat anymore, I'm very full." Bella Acker instinctively replied, then realized that wasn't the point, "Let's first talk about why you were kicked out of the house, what's going on?"
Damian Sinclair dipped his finger in some cream, gently smeared it on Bella Acker's nose, and said, "You can have some of the birthday boy's luck."
Bella Acker was speechless, thinking why he was smearing cake when they were talking about serious matters.
She widened her eyes, rushed forward in annoyance, grabbed a handful of cream, and smeared it all over Damian Sinclair's face, saying, "You're the birthday boy, you should have more."
