Dongfang Ruoshui looked at Yang Luo, smiled gently, and said, "Little Luo, this is the gift we prepared for you. Do you like it?"
Yang Luo took a deep breath and replied, "I really like this gift. Thank you, everyone!"
Bujie teased, "Brother Yang, are you crying?"
Ning Jianfeng chuckled and said, "Brother Yang, you're as tough as iron, bleeding but not shedding tears. You're not really crying, are you?"
"Get lost! Who's crying!"
Yang Luo glared at the two of them.
At that moment.
The Goddess of Fate walked over holding a special tablet and said, "Yang Luo, world-renowned families and national leaders have prepared birthday gifts for you!"
Bujie leaned in with interest and said, "Goddess, quickly tell us what they've gifted!"
Ning Jianfeng and the others curiously looked at the Goddess of Fate.
The Goddess of Fate swiped the tablet and began reading aloud.
