"Hahaha, Director Jiang, calm your wrath! You can't get angry on your birthday!"
"You can't get angry on the day you get married, either. You all just wait!"
As he spoke, he wiped a handful of cake from his face, looking like a painted cat as he entered the private room.
Without a word, that five-tiered cake was immediately attacked by Director Jiang, who grabbed a small piece and smeared it onto the face of anyone he encountered.
The party hadn't even started, and everyone was already covered in cake.
Nie Cheng watched quietly from a corner, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
This is somewhat interesting.
Sensing Director Jiang's enthusiasm for smearing people, A Yao subconsciously dove into Nie Cheng's arms.
Nie Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly, "What? Little girl, are you scared?"
"Cake is meant to be eaten. They are wasting food!"
"Yes, they're wasting it."
