C88 When We First Met We Were Friends

"How do you know it was my birthday yesterday. . . "

"Why can't I know?" Zhao Qinghe replied with a question. His movements were a little too big. The corner of his mouth was slightly pulled and it immediately hurt, "Hiss. . . This is not some state secret. " He touched it, and secretly hated that he shouldn't have drunk so much wine.

Zhao Chanqiu, who was asked the question