When Sheng Jianan woke up, it was already close to noon. After washing up, he went downstairs. Through the glass wall, he saw a graceful figure in the distance on the beach. His lips curved into a smile, and just as he was about to push the door and go out, Tang Yanqi's phone on the coffee table buzzed.
Instinctively turning his head to glance at it, Sheng Jianan's brows immediately furrowed. It was a message from Lu Qilin, three in a row. Sheng Jianan didn't open them, but he could tell from the screen.
The messages were sent around midnight last night. One wished her a happy birthday, another explained that he was out of town and couldn't be with her on her birthday, and the last one mentioned that he had sent her birthday gift to her dorm and hoped she would like it.
Young Master Sheng raised an eyebrow. Too late, no one could outdo his gift.
