"What are you doing?" a voice that wasn't loud but very authoritative said from behind.
Everyone turned around, and to their surprise, they saw the birthday celebrant, Ling Jinhua, who had just been lying in bed, shakily walking out with the help of two nurses. Once outside, he stood under the eaves, supported by the nurses' hands.
Although the old man was of advanced age and his body was frail, so thin that it seemed a gust of wind could carry him away, and his voice wasn't loud, the courtyard fell silent in an instant. You could hear a pin drop—no one dared to say anything further.
"This is supposed to be a celebration for my birthday, not an attempt to infuriate me to death!" Ling Jinhua said, thumping his cane heavily on the ground.
Upon hearing this, everyone except Luo Ziling bowed their heads in shame.
Luo Ziling, already tall, stood out even more as everyone else bowed their heads. He met Ling Jinhua's gaze without flinching, showing not a hint of guilt.