Lin Yan held the birthday party invitation between two fingers; Xu Qingli indeed had an eye for detail—even the envelope was embossed.
Lu Chenyuan had slipped it into her bag earlier in the morning, but there was only one, without Lin Guoping and Zhou Ping's names.
Did they personally send someone to deliver it to the house?
Lin Yan picked up the office desk phone, calling Lu Chenyuan, "Did my parents' invitation get delivered to the house?"
"Sorry."
With just a word of apology from Lu Chenyuan, Lin Yan understood what he meant. She didn't lose her temper with him, knowing he was caught in a hard place too.
Choosing this kind of family meant considering the consequences and complexities that come with it, and she could understand that.
"Got it. Do I need to prepare a birthday gift myself, or have you already bought one?"
Lu Chenyuan replied, "Already bought it, a bracelet made of Chicken Blood Stone, the quality is pretty good."
