"Hehe, his name is Ye Chen!" Dian Ling chuckled while holding Ye Chen's arm. It seemed like the man she had her eye on had caught Grandpa's attention. Generally, Grandpa seldom praised others. To earn his compliment was truly rare. The old man immediately took Ye Chen's hand, chatting like they were old friends, asking about Ye Chen's family and where he worked.
This left Ye Chen feeling completely confused. He had to continue with the lie he had just told, afraid of being exposed. But next to him, Dian Ling couldn't help but burst out laughing at Ye Chen's words.
"Lingling, happy birthday!" Zhang Yantong wore a white dress, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, exuding the charm of a mature and intelligent woman. She held a birthday gift in both hands and handed it to Dian Ling, who accepted it with a smile and said, "Thank you, Tongtong."
