Suddenly, an insidious idea crossed her mind, and the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile.
"Xiao Jing, your birthday is coming up. Why don't you celebrate it this weekend? I'll have someone tidy up the villa at Song Lake for your party. Invite all your classmates—ah, and don't forget that girl named Shen You'an."
Song Xiaojing replied sweetly, "Sure, Auntie."
Huang Zhen and Song Qi exchanged glances and burst into laughter simultaneously.
This Zhang Jian was such an annoying obstacle; they just needed to seize this opportunity to kick him off the project, and everything would be much easier afterward.
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Shen You'an returned from her morning jog to find the breakfast already prepared on the dining table.
"An'an, your uncle has been coming home late recently. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?" Zhang Jian emerged from the kitchen, holding a clay pot filled with Eight Treasure Congee.
