In the living room, Cheng Zhu held his phone, answering a call from Lin Lu, as they looked at each other across the distance.
Little Lu's words were always so irresistible.
Even Cheng Zhu felt a tiny flutter in his heart.
There was that saying again:
"Think Tank, how should one fend off a girl like Lin Lu?"
Sorry, but Think Tank had fallen too.
These straightforward and passionate words hit right in the feels, "I'm just angry, not that I don't like you anymore."
At this moment, Cheng Zhu's phone was actually continuously receiving WeChat messages.
It was likely that many people had been sending him birthday wishes since midnight.
The scene now was quite reminiscent of New Year's Eve, when Cheng Zhu came to the bottom of Lin Lu's building and wished her Happy New Year.
The roles were just switched now.
"Don't stand there grinning like a fool, it's cold at night, hurry up and come in," Cheng Zhu said over the phone.
