"Do I have a choice?" Lu Jinnian replied casually as though he didn't care about his own birthday.
Qiao Anhao frowned. Through the tiny door opening, she could vaguely catch a glimpse of Lu Jinnian. He had his head lowered as he flipped leisurely through the documents. As he flipped, he paused momentarily as though a thought had struck him.
He lifted his head, looking into the empty space in front of him, his expression dazed, a tiny deprecating smile curling his lips. He lowered his head once again, studying his documents. With an emotionless expression, he replied indifferently, "Besides, there isn't much to celebrate."
Ever since his mother passed away, the number of people that knew his birthday dwindled, his father, his wife, and his grandfather... But every year on that day, they would only celebrate Xu Jiamu's birthday. How could they remember his? There wasn't much to celebrate.. and there wasn't anyone to celebrate with him...