Ye Ranran's eyes were dim.
Of course, she did not know that Wen Cai was 28 while Ye Ranran was already 29.
At the same time, Jun Mochan sat on the plane with Zhou Xian by his side.
Chu Ji sat behind them.
The plane hadn't taken off yet when Jun Mochan made a phone call to Luo Qi.
"Jun, Young Master Jun?" Luo Qi couldn't believe what she was seeing on the screen, blinking several times.
After Ranran left, Jun Mochan would call her on holidays to wish her a happy holiday, then hang up, and then someone would deliver a gift to her door.
Tomorrow is her birthday.
"Yes, it's me, happy birthday in advance." Jun Mochan's tone was soothing, like a spring breeze caressing the ears.
Luo Qi was emotionally touched: "Thank you, really thank you."
"No need to thank, I'm speaking on behalf of Ranran."
If Ranran were here, she definitely wouldn't forget.
No sooner had he hung up than Fan Rou called.
"You're going abroad today?"
"Yes."
