As soon as Shang Jianghan pulled open the private room door, he came face to face with Song Yang, who was entering with a cake in hand.
"Damn! You're leaving?"
The way the other person was dressed, he clearly wasn't just heading to a public restroom!
"Yeah," Shang Jianghan responded tersely, his deep eyes fixed on the ten-inch cake.
They were still doing this sort of thing for his birthday?
Song Yang, holding up the cake, was quite proud of himself.
"Look here! I ordered this especially for you, and I even designed the pattern myself! Aren't you being a little too disrespectful?"
Although the several bottles of fine red wine he brought were almost completely polished off by this guy, it did not affect the sense of ceremony a birthday cake brought.
The birthday cake was a custom order, wrapped in a clear box, inside of which was a cluster of pink and white gradient roses.
Shang Jianghan slightly frowned and then smirked maliciously.
"It's ugly!"