C80 He's Just a Birthday Boy

Qi Xian lowered his head speechlessly. This Fu Ziqi was getting more and more arrogant in front of him. But he had no choice. His wife liked him. Qi Xian leaned on the sofa. He smiled helplessly and then rubbed Jee Wei's hair. In his life, no one had ever lowered their heads. But for Jee Wei. . . She had really done all these useless things and did not have any complaints