"Just like this?" Li Qiyu was not satisfied! When he used to say those touching words, he did it with force, but every time it came to a critical moment, he was just a stubborn rock, completely immovable even with ten kicks.
"The day after tomorrow, the agreed time, I'll make up for his birthday banquet?" Bo Yeyuan frowned, his voice cold and stern, "I'll take care of it."
"And what else?"
"Gifts... not one will be missing!" His face was stern, and discomfort stiffened his features.
Li Qiyu nodded. As a father, he indeed owed his three-year-old son a banquet.
Moreover, on that day, when Tianci wished to eat his birthday cake, she told Bo Yeyuan—Tianci was in fact Qiye.
"Tianci, do you hear that," Li Qiyu stroked the little guy's hair, crying so miserably that his hair was wet with sweat, as if he had just washed it, "Daddy will hold a birthday party for you, gifts, kisses, hugs, and lifting you high won't be missing!"
