A flash passed before his eyes!
Time suddenly rewound!
Dong Xuebin, under Back, returned to a point one minute earlier!
He had not used Back in a long time, and for a moment, Dong Xuebin felt unaccustomed to it. Fortunately, he had been standing still in Mother Jiang's bedroom the whole time. After his mind went blank for a second, he steadied himself and managed not to fall, then looked at Jiang Fangfang beside Mother Jiang's bed.
"Don't tell him."
"Mom, how could Xiao Tao remember your birthday?"
"How could he not remember it? Every year, Xiao Tao celebrated my birthday and your father's birthday with us!"
"That was only because I reminded him. He's so busy with work that he doesn't remember these things."
Hearing this, Dong Xuebin suddenly cut in. "How could I not remember? I might forget anyone's birthday, but I could never forget my mother's birthday."
Jiang Fangfang paused slightly. Clearly, she knew she had never told Dong Xuebin her mother's birthday, so there was no way he could have known.
Mother Jiang said, "Then what's my birthday?"
"July 4th."
Jiang Fangfang froze for a moment and looked deeply at him.
Without missing a beat, Mother Jiang continued, "Then what's your birthday?"
"February 1st."
"What about Fangfang?"
"Fangfang's is January 15th."
"What about her father?"
"My father's Lunar Calendar birthday is the twenty-seventh day of the first month."
"Good!" Mother Jiang took a breath and looked at him. "Then I'll ask you one last question. Aunt Zhou, our neighbor downstairs—when is her birthday?"
Jiang Fangfang interrupted, "I don't even know Aunt Zhou's birthday. Our families aren't particularly close, and we hardly interact. How would Xiao Tao know that?"
Mother Jiang said nothing and simply watched Dong Xuebin.
Without even thinking, Dong Xuebin said, "Aunt Zhou