"It's nothing, why are you still awake?" Lin Qiao rubbed her aching forehead.
The antagonist's chest feels like a rock.
The woman's face appeared soft in the gray night, making it hard for Song Tingfan to look away. His heart started pounding uncontrollably again.
"I... I... Madam, can I take a day off tomorrow?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao thought he wanted to help with the shop, "No need, the shop isn't that busy."
In the past, if Madam didn't agree, Song Tingfan wouldn't say anything more, but this time he spoke up again, "I want to celebrate your birthday."
Lin Qiao was taken aback for a moment, she had forgotten about the birthday. The original body's birthday was the same as hers, the last day of May.
However, she didn't like celebrating birthdays, just lighting a candle and having a cake.
She smiled, "No need, nothing much to celebrate."
"We should celebrate, I haven't celebrated your birthday yet," Song Tingfan insisted.
