In the evening, Nan Xin went to the factory in the backyard. Li San confirmed the delivery time for the order with the person in charge, waved everyone away, and then sat in the conference room to make a phone call.
As soon as it connected, Duan Shuyuan asked coldly, "What is it?"
Li San cleared his throat, "Mom, I wanted to ask you something."
"Spit it out." Duan Shuyuan urged irritably, "I'm busy here."
Accustomed to his mother's attitude, Li San wasn't surprised, "Isn't Yi Bao's second birthday coming up soon?"
"You tell me? As his uncle, you can't remember Yi Bao's birthday and still have the nerve to ask me?"
Li San: "..."
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone before Duan Shuyuan said, "If you're busy for Yi Bao's birthday, you don't have to come back. There are plenty of people at home; they don't need you."
Li San pinched the bridge of his nose, "Mom, I didn't say I wouldn't come back."
