Gu Yuming raised an eyebrow as he looked at Gu Yihui. He was pretty sure his father couldn't remember his age.
"As long as I remember your birthdays, that's enough. Tell me, has there ever been a time when I didn't call you on your birthday? And I even thoughtfully sent gifts. A grown man fussing over such petty things—no wonder you can't chase after girls. Even if you managed to, they'd still run off with someone else. It's because you're too narrow-minded."
Gu Yihui, likely feeling a bit guilty, took another sip of his health tea and continued, "Think about it carefully: I'm old now. I'm getting on in years. Why would I bother remembering your age? It's just a reminder that I've aged another year. I'm scared of getting old, so I decided simply not to remember. Knowing your birthdays is enough."
Excuses, all excuses. Gu Yuming couldn't possibly look down on his father more. How could he even say such things out loud? Remember their birthdays? Sending gifts?
