Rong Si looked at her deeply, then held the knife with her. "Okay."
When Su Shengjing saw the two of them leaning against each other and cutting the cake, he felt jealous again.
D*mn it! Cutting the cake is such an important matter. Why did Little Jiu cut it with this kid and not with me, her father?
An Yuan noticed the change in his mood and pinched his waist, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She whispered to him, "Why do you have such an expression? Didn't Little Jiu cut the cake with us previously? Are you not able to take it just because she's not cutting it with you this one time?"
He snorted. "How is this the same as her previous birthdays? This is her 18th birthday!"