In the blink of an eye, Ji Weiwei turned twenty-five.
Counting it up, the two of them had graduated three years ago, and Ji Weiwei should have been a few months older than him. Yet the little girl who used to tag along behind him making trouble had turned into an out-and-out left-over woman of a certain age.
An Yang had called her just a couple of days ago to ask if she had thought about which colleagues and friends she wanted to invite and where they should gather. As a result, Ji Weiwei instantly saw through his intentions and retorted, "Do you want to throw me a birthday banquet or a party?"
That matter was settled just like that.
In fact, he did not know that Ji Weiwei's birthday last year had actually been spent alone. Only An's parents remembered her birthday and called An You along to give her a call together; apart from that, she did not receive a single "Happy Birthday." Her colleagues and friends were completely oblivious to it, and even her former suitors had failed to take part in her birthday banquet, because she herself... simply had no intention of holding a birthday banquet.
Had An Yang not been in the real world this year, she wouldn't have held a birthday banquet either.
Despite the fact that she usually looked like she had a personality that really loved gatherings—the type to invite a huge crowd of relatives and friends to celebrate in grand style on her birthday—in reality, she was not like that at all.
Meanwhile, An Yang had been agonizing over it for two whole days.
Should he give Ji Weiwei a magnificent, grand celebration for her twenty-five-year milestone to make up for last year's regrets all at once, or should he consider