Xu Qing looked at Su Tingyan tentatively.
"We made the dishes you love; take a look later and see what you want to eat."
"We also invited your favorite singer to perform."
"There will be many people arriving soon; if you don't want to interact too much, you can just step out and come back."
"Right, it's just our own family celebrating a birthday; no need for all that fuss."
Su Tingyan sat down, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of interacting with people."
"Well... that's good."
Su Tingyan looked at Xu Qing and Ning Yuan, the two people there.
On the one hand, she wondered why her parents had to be like this.
They were very good to her, but it was a kind of goodness that was unbearable.
Especially after Gu Zhenzhen's death, they forcibly kept her locked up, letting Su Tingyan "die" domestically.
That action really hurt her deeply.
Yet, they could dismiss everything with a single sentence: We are doing this for your good.
That feeling made Su Tingyan very resentful.
