"I'm just a plain IPAD." Jian Si pouted in grudge.
Nan Zhan laughed, "Although IPAD looks simple, it has a lot of depth, enriched content, and is always enjoyable."
Jian Si: "Smooth talker."
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The news of Nan Zhan's son's birthday spread rapidly among the high society circles, shocking everyone.
First, Nan Zhan had never been married and suddenly had a son; second, Nan Zhan had always kept a low profile and never made a big fuss about his personal matters.
This time, throwing a grand birthday party for his son shows how much Nan Zhan values him, and what makes people even more curious is who the mother of the child is.
Inside the Gao Family mansion, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Gao Hanshan, with a cold face, smoking a cigar asked, "Bingbing, what exactly is going on? Where did Nan Zhan's son come from?"
