When Song Ci came through, she was already fifty-seven, now it's been almost two years, fifty-nine?
Nanny glanced at her and said, "You were born in April, counting in traditional years, you're already sixty-one."
Ancient people always counted higher, even if it's just for traditional years, they would add two more.
But Song Ci wasn't willing to acknowledge her age, she huffed and said, "Clearly, I'm fifty-nine, let's only count real age."
Nanny didn't even lift an eyelid, smiling, "As long as you're happy, Madam and the others are thinking of throwing you a grand birthday celebration next year."
"That means I'm going to receive a lot of lavish gifts again," Song Ci's eyes were shining.
Familiar look, familiar tone, familiar love for money.
Nanny chuckled, "Yes."
"It must be held, a full sixty years after all, considered long-lived, it must be celebrated." Song Ci smiled cheerfully, already fantasizing in her heart about what lavish gifts she would receive next year.
