Han Luoli narrowed his eyes and surveyed the two brothers sitting on the sofa, his gaze contemptuous, "Please, it's just a fake birthday party. Is it really worth all this fuss?"
Thinking about his own birthday on December 31—he sighed—it was even farther off.
Eventually, the three silent brothers set their target on Shen Minghan.
"I propose we send the eldest brother!" Ling Ye, not wanting to hurt himself at the expense of others, pushed Shen Minghan forward—after all, wasn't he not here for this?
At these words, the other two silently nodded in agreement, highly approving the idea.
Shen Minghan, who was doing a routine checkup in the hospital room, suddenly sneezed...
Han Luoli gave Ling Ye an approving look, "You go and tell Shen Minghan. Have him prepare as soon as possible."
"Why me..." Ling Ye grumbled dissatisfiedly, but under Han Luoli's pressuring look, he reluctantly pulled out his phone.