Her money! Her money! Her money!
Lin Yan almost fainted out of anger. "Jerk! I will remember you for life!"
Pei Yucheng replied with satisfaction, "Thank you."
After he left the mall, he drove back to Cloud Manor.
Lin Yan was still wallowing in misery about the huge sum of money she had just spent. She just couldn't get over it.
After she got home, she finally realized something. "Sister, who are you giving that man's suit to?"
Pei Yucheng had given up trying to make Lin Yan remember. Thus, he said gruffly, "Tomorrow is the 22nd of November."
The 22nd of November?
It was already the 22nd of November?
Lin Yan was in a stupor as she thought for a long time. Finally, it hit her. "Tomorrow… It's Mr. Pei's birthday!"
Pei Yucheng was speechless… Finally, she had remembered. It wasn't an easy feat.
He then added, "To be precise, there are two more hours left."