The villa's hall was festooned with lights and adorned with various flowers and colorful balloons. It was as if a grand celebration party was being held.
What's going on? Qin Heng wondered.
Just then...
"TA-DA! Bro, happy birthday!"
Little Qin Yun, dressed in a frilly pink dress with a pink ribbon in her hair, appeared in front of Qin Heng. She was holding a birthday cake in her hands!
The cake was small and not very elaborate. It even looked a bit rough. Written on it with jam in crooked letters were the words "Happy 18th Birthday."
"This cake was handmade by Little Yun." Song Ningran walked over, holding a small bunch of candles, and gently inserted them into the cake. Then, she glared at Qin Heng and said, "If you hadn't come back tonight, Little Yun would probably have killed you tomorrow."
