Lin Yujiao's unexpected participation in Chen Feng's birthday banquet didn't feel out of place at all, and it was still lively and bustling.
Especially when she and Wu Mengting clapped their hands together to sing the birthday song for him, Chen Feng felt a great sense of achievement, and he was doubly satisfied.
In the past, his birthdays had never been this grand, so this was a first for him.
After the lively birthday banquet ended, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
Chen Feng walked Lin Yujiao home, and Wu Mengting volunteered to accompany them.
Thus, the three of them left the Chen family's house and headed towards the apartment Lin Yujiao was renting.
"Today is already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and you're still living in a rental without going home?"
Wu Mengting asked with a curious look.
Lin Yujiao candidly replied, "My relationship with my mom isn't good, and I feel more comfortable living in a rental."
