"Mom—" Li Mingxi said helplessly, "You know I'm getting older, so don't mention it. And today I've aged another year, so what's the point in celebrating? Let's just pretend I'm still 34."
"You might as well just always pretend you're 18," Li Mingchen replied cheekily.
Li Mingxi threw a pillow at him.
"Alright, stop fooling around," Grandma Li stopped the two of them.
"Mingxi, when celebrating birthdays, others throw big parties, but we're not going big for you, just a family gathering for a meal. Tianling's family will come soon. How about inviting Xiao Lang too?"
Li Mingxi's smile froze for a moment: "Why should I invite him?"
"You're with him now, who else would you invite?" Grandma Li countered.
Li's mother took out a magazine, pointing at a photo for her to see.
