Lin Zhihan looked at him in confusion, seeing his surprised expression, she pouted and tossed the card in front of him, "So this is the kind of game you rich people play, is it fun to mess with people?"
Jiang Chen saw she misunderstood but didn't rush to explain, placing the card in front of her, "The password is your birthday, check how much is inside yourself."
Everything he needed to set a password for, the password was her birthday. It's just that some people don't remember anymore.
Lin Zhihan was startled, then looked at the battlefield she had glanced over, the table full of dishes she liked, and an idea suddenly popped into her head.
She subconsciously asked, "Are you secretly in love with me?"
Lin Zhihan stared at him, watching his half-smiling expression, unable to figure it out, she scratched her head, "Isn't it?"
Someone once told her that if a person secretly loves another, they will remember all her preferences.
