"I've done that."
"Then, make a cake yourself?"
"Also did that."
"…" Su Jiu had already given Rong Si all the gifts that Song Xinyan could think of.
This was very difficult.
Song Xinyan gave up and simply said, "Aiya, don't be so conflicted. Just give yourself to him. I believe he'll definitely be satisfied."
"I'm serious. Why are you talking about this again?"
"That's what it is. Are you telling me that it's not the birthday present he most wants?"
Su Jiu was speechless.
Suddenly, she vaguely remembered that in the original novel, Song Xinyan seemed to have given herself as Li Mohan's 22nd birthday present. Li Mohan, the ten-thousand-year-old iceberg, had been quite excited because of the gift. The two of them had naturally not slept the entire night. The next day, Song Xinyan almost could not get out of bed.
Since their discussion was fruitless, Su Jiu chose to ask Rong Si directly.