Feeling the strange looks from his subordinates, Xiao Zi was immediately embarrassed. Still, he had weathered plenty of storms in his time.
This was nothing he couldn't handle. He gave a few coughs and said as though it were perfectly obvious:
"This old man was reincarnated earlier. Isn't it only natural that I didn't know Ming'er's birthday?"
He quickly found himself an excuse. He had been reincarnated and hadn't been there, so of course he wouldn't know her birthday. Then he immediately pointed an accusing finger at the Seven Gods of Original Sin.
"But you lot have spent so much time with Ming'er, and you don't even know her birthday! What have you been doing all this time?"
At the reprimand, the Seven Gods of Original Sin recalled how long they had been with Chen Ming'er. They had known their young Lord since she was seven and a half, yet five whole years had passed without them celebrating her birthday.
Looking at it that way, they really had neglected their duty. The God of Greed fell silent for a moment, then asked:
"Then... Lord, how are we supposed to find out our young Lord's birthday?"
"Figure it out yourselves! Do you really need to ask this old man about something like that?"
Xiao Zi gave a cold snort and swept out of the room. The Seven Gods of Original Sin exchanged glances, then began thinking about how to celebrate their young Lord's birthday.
Meanwhile, Chen Ming was lounging comfortably on the bed while teaching Tang Wutong how to do kneeling squats. She knelt with her knees shoulder-width apart, and his instructions rang out.
"When you rise from the kneeling squat, push through your legs to lift yourself up."
She did as he said, pushing up with her legs and rising