Halfway up the mountain manor, Zhuo Junyue had a large cake made in the kitchen.
The cake was ready, laid out on the dining table.
Mr. Lin and Mrs. Xia watched as the young master had been staring at the cake for half an hour, and it's as if he could bore holes in it with his gaze.
The kitchen staff worried - was there something wrong with the cake?
The young master's temper worse, colder than before the car accident.
Nobody dared to inquire, they all couldn't help but think of Miss Su, who used to smooth things over in the past.
The young master, who only listened to Miss Su's advice, everyone sincerely missed Miss Su.
Zhuo Junyue maintained a cold expression, today was the little thing's birthday, he had not forgotten.
In the end, Zhuo Junyue turned around, "Uncle Lin, distribute the cake for everyone to eat."
After saying this, Zhuo Junyue strode out of the living room.
Mr. Lin sighed quietly. If only Miss Su was here, that would have been good.