"Even an uncle isn't allowed. Wifey, you mustn't accept gifts from other men in the future," the man said domineeringly.
An Ran snatched the whistle away, rolling her eyes at him. "You're too much, fine, at most I won't blow it anymore, I'll just keep it as a toy. This is a gesture from an uncle, I can't just throw it away, besides, I really like this whistle."
"If you like it, your husband will make you one later. Your husband has plenty of bullet shells to spare," Mu Xingfeng said, hugging her from behind.
"No need, one whistle is enough. If you want to give me a gift, make it something new," An Ran thought for a moment and added, "Why don't you give me a gift for my birthday, Aunt Xia told me the date."
An Ran had never really celebrated her birthday growing up. Today, Xia Yuzhu spoke to her about her mother and the day she was born.
"Alright," Mu Xingfeng agreed immediately, no longer fussing about the whistle. He planned to give his wife a unique birthday gift.
