Song Li asked casually, "What's the special meaning? It's definitely not someone's birthday."
Liu Zhiyuan said bluntly: "I am 24 years old. The uncle is 31 years old."
After Song Li unlocked the phone, she whispered, "Really? That's quite thoughtful."
Liu Zhiyuan didn't dare to look at her at all, just lowered her head.
Song Li just took out the report and looked at it, then chuckled.
"Where did you get this report? Did you download it from the internet?"
Liu Zhiyuan shook her head and told the truth, "I asked a colleague to help me Photoshop it on the way. My colleague knows a little bit about design."
Song Li nodded.
"So that's how it is. It's well-photoshopped, just like the real thing."
Liu Zhiyuan waved her hands nervously.
"No, it's not true. Auntie, I acted foolishly. It's not true, uncle is very healthy."
She still couldn't help but call her aunt, and then her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Well, do you allow me to call you aunt?"
"Of course, you should call me that. I am Song Ling's only aunt and I have the best relationship with him."
Song Li explained gently: "Come on, sit down and talk."
Liu Zhiyuan approached the uncle, pinched his back with her small hands, and whispered, "Song Ling, you dug a hole for me. Just explain it to me directly, why would you play such a joke."
Song Ling just said in a short way, "I explain it with actions."
Liu Zhiyuan was speechless.
Song Li had already sat on the sofa first, and then patted the seat next to her.
"Xiao Yuan, come and sit down."
Liu Zhiyuan blushed in embarrassment, took small steps forward, and held Song Ling's little hand, squeezing him secretly.
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