"Who is this?"

The companion next to him was wearing a light-colored suit and was also looking at Chen Fan.

"We know each other."

The man in the white suit snorted.

"The mayor's daughter and Miss Wan'er came out to greet us personally. It seems that this guest is very simple."

"Mr. Liang actually knows him?"

The young man in a light-colored suit who was called Mr. Liang frowned and spoke.

"It should be the provincial capital. If it is there, I will definitely know it."

The man in white suit took a sip of the red wine in the goblet and said slowly.

"I guess Master Yan called him here."

Sure enough, they noticed a young man wearing a Sun Wukong mask walking towards the three people at the door in the living room downstairs.

"Tsk, Young Master Yan actually went over to greet us in person."

"It seems that this guest is really simple."

"Ask someone."

The two of them walked slowly downstairs holding their goblets.

"You're finally here." Yan Qing greeted with a smile.

"Happy New Year." Chen Fan extended his hand.

"Give me the red envelope."

Yan Qing didn't expect Chen Fan to be joking, so he replied seriously.

"According to the rules in my hometown, if you want to receive a New Year's red envelope, you must kowtow."

"That's it."

Chen Fan reached into his pocket and actually took out a red envelope.

Give it directly to Nalan Wan'er.

"I didn't bring any gifts, so I'll give you a New Year's red envelope. Just think of it as New Year's money."

"Ah?" Nalan Wan'er was stunned.

Tong Yao, who was standing by, was quick to snatch it away.

I quickly opened the red envelope and found there was ten yuan inside.

The nursery rhyme was stunned.

"I'm right, Mr. Chen. Even if you're giving me a red envelope, it's too insincere. You don't actually have ten yuan?"

Chen Fan explained with a smile: "The New Year's money represents the thought, it doesn't matter how much."

In fact, this red envelope was given to Chen Fan by his mother, Li Jinqiu, during the Chinese New Year. Chen Fan just put it in his pocket.

Every Chinese New Year, Li Jinqiu would give his son a red envelope when he was young.

When I was a child, my family was well off and the red envelopes only contained five cents.

Chen Fan was willing to spend the money on books and other household items.

Later, when I went to high school, the red envelopes became five or ten yuan.

Even though Chen Fan had graduated from university and his family was short of money, Li Jinqiu still gave him ten yuan in red envelopes.

Most of the time, this is already a New Year's money, and it represents a good meaning for the couple.

"Thank you, Master."

Unexpectedly, Nalan Wan'er was not angry because of the small amount of money due to her age. Instead, she was very happy and put the red envelope very carefully in her pocket.

For her, she had never lacked anything, from fine clothes to food and clothing to adulthood.

The birthday gifts others gave her were also very valuable.

Perhaps this is the most special birthday gift she has ever received.

Yan Qing explained with a smile: "Wan'er's family returned to their hometown in Luocheng last year to celebrate the New Year. Today happened to be her birthday. This girl likes to be lively. So we organized this birthday party for her."

"The two discussed it and decided to have a mask party."

Chen Fan nodded to show that he understood.

"You know most of the people who came today, but there are some new faces too. I'll introduce them to you later."

Nalan Wan'er looked at Chen Fan: "Master, you are wearing a mask. What kind of mask do you like?"

Tong Yao suggested, "Get him a pig head mask."

Yan Qing said with a smile: "Wan'er, it's almost time to cut the cake."

Only then did Nalan Wan'er scream.

"Oh, the cake hasn't been cut yet."

Yan Qing took off his mask and snapped his fingers into the distance.

The music in the living room stopped.

Everyone looked over curiously.

"Everyone, it's time to cut the cake for our little birthday boy."

Everyone understood what he meant, took off their masks with a smile, and gathered downstairs.

"Master, come with me."

Nalan Wan'er also took off her mask and pulled Chen Fan towards the center of the living room.

After everyone took off their masks, I could finally see clearly.

Sure enough, there were many old friends I recognized, all of whom were in Tong Yao and Yan Qing’s circle of friends.

There were some unfamiliar faces, but Chen Fan ignored them.

Surrounded by a group of people, Nalan Wan'er stood in front of the four-layer cake.

Yanqing and Tongyao helped light the candles.

There was one thick candle and five thin candles.

That year, Nalan Wan'er was fifteen years old and in the fourth grade of junior high school.

"Everyone, please sing a happy birthday song for our beautiful little birthday girl."

Yan Qing suggested it, and everyone started to sing the birthday song together with a smile.

After the song was finished, Tong Yao urged them on impatiently.

"Wan'er, you can blow out the candles now."

"Make a wish first."

Nalan Wan'er clasped her hands together, made a wish, then opened her eyes and blew out the candles.

Everyone applauded immediately.

The next step was to share the cake. The club had dedicated service staff come over to help cut the cake and put it on a white paper plate.

Those present here are all second-generation rich or official people who have been pampered.

All I care about is a cake.

Chen Fan picked up a piece of cake and started eating it while standing aside.

Nalan Wan'er stood aside and looked at Chen Fan with a smile.

"Master, do you like cake?"

Chen Fan nodded and shook his head.

"I guess I do. But I've never bought a cake for my birthday since I was a child."

"Ah? Is this true or not?"

"Really." Chen Fan explained: "When I was a child, my family was well off. We could afford cakes. So my mother would cook me a bowl of noodles on my birthday."

Chen Fan smiled and took a little cake with his fingers and smeared it on the tip of Nalan Wan'er's nose.

"Eating birthday cake can bring good luck, and I will also share your good fortune today."

This made Nalan Wan'er very happy. She turned around and ran over, also took a piece of cake and ate it with Chen Fan.

This scene left Tong Yao, who was watching nearby, dumbfounded.

Is this girl saying that she hates eating this kind of cream product? What happened to her promise to lose weight?

When Chen Fan and Nalan Wan'er were discussing how delicious the cake was in a corner, the two young men in suits from the second floor came over with a smile on their faces.

"Wan'er. Happy birthday."

"Wan'er, who is this? Why haven't I heard you introduce her before?"

Chen Fan looked up at the two people. They were both unfamiliar faces and he had never seen them before.

Nalan Wan'er seemed to be too indifferent to the two of them. She didn't even raise her head and snorted while eating the cake.

"Why should I introduce it to you?"

At this time Yan Qing came over in time.

"Fifth Master, Liang Master, why did you two come over here?"

"Haha, I saw a new face. I was just planning to get to know him."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qing walked up to Chen Fan.

"Then let me introduce it to you."

"This is Chen Fan, my good brother and the founder of Ruofan Group."

Then Yan Qing pointed at the young man in the light-colored suit and introduced him, "This is Liang Xu. Young Master Liang's father is Vice Governor Liang, who is in charge of the economy of the provincial capital."

Then he pointed to the young man in a white suit next to him.

"This is the Fifth Young Master, from the capital."