The emcee was very regretful. She had never been in close contact with Mr. Leng before. She had only seen him on television or in magazines. Imagining Mr. Leng's domineering and charming demeanor, the female emcee's heart could not help but be smitten.
In the evening, Tong Lu returned home with the cake that she had made in the studio. The program had already been recorded. The television station told her that they would work overtime in the afternoon to edit the show and ensure that it would be delivered at eight in the evening.
Shanshan bounced around him. "Mom, whose birthday is it today? I want to eat cake."
"It's your father's birthday today,"
Tong Lu placed the cake on the dining table. If she did not celebrate Zhou yeshuo's birthday with her, he would probably suspect that she was being too cold. She regretted that she couldn't give the cake she made to her husband. There was a sense of depression in her heart that she couldn't get rid of.