hutting the door behind her. The delicate color of her face had hardened, and it seemed that Ye Xiao was now believing that she had slept with him.Next, she needed to take care of other matters. She g...Fu Mo's heart sank, and he strode into the pitch-black room. As soon as he stepped inside, the open door behind him slammed shut, cutting off the only light source.

Fu Mo Han confirmed that there was no one around. He didn't have time to pay attention to the closed door, so he strode towards the sound and pulled Lin Jin Ran into his arms, shielding the light source with him. He narrowed his eyes alertly and looked around.

Lin Jinran smelled the man's familiar scent, and her whole body shrank in fear into Fu Mochen's arms, not daring to see what happened at all.

Just now the room suddenly went dark, and she vaguely saw something red and strange flashing on the table.

How terrible.

"Is there a power outage" she asked, hiding in Fu Mochen's embrace, raising her finger to point towards the red direction. "There's red over there."

Fu Mo'han took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight, lighting up the room.

Only then did he notice what Lin Jinran was pointing at.

His brows furrowed in thought. Fu Mo Han was truly at a loss for words.

"It's a candle," he whispered to Lin Jinyu in his arms. "Don't be afraid, it was Grandpa who made it."

Fu Mo'han had a headache. He had reminded his grandfather, it was just a meal, just prepare a cake.

The old man readily agreed and promised to make arrangements. Unexpectedly, this "surprise" was truly a big one!

Lin Jinran was startled, carefully raising his head and following the direction of the flashlight, turning towards where he had just seen the red light.

A long table covered in a fine tablecloth was set with dishes topped by covers. In the center of the table stood a candlestick, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a fake.

Lin Jinran really didn't know what to say, was the old man trying to scare people

Just as she was thinking, Fu Mochen's low and magnetic voice softly sounded in her ear, "Not afraid anymore"

As Lin Jinran turned her head back and looked up, her hair almost brushed against Fu Mo'han's jaw, causing Fu Mo'han's eyes to darken.

Only then did she realize that she had been too frightened just now, caught in Fu Mo Han's embrace.

The crisis was over, and I felt strangely uneasy.

Lin Jin'yan reached out and pushed against Fu Mo'han's chest, jumping out of his embrace and creating some distance between them.

She looked around nervously, easing the awkward atmosphere, "Where's Grandpa Why isn't he here"

Fu Mo'han raised his eyebrows, clearly displeased by Lin Jinran's sudden departure, "What, just now embracing each other, the crisis was resolved, useless"

Lin Jinran felt a little regretful. Why was he so afraid just now He shouldn't have tried to grab Fu Mo寒. If he hadn't, wouldn't everything be fine now

She deliberately avoided looking at Fu Mo'han, pretending to look around, "I... Oh What's this" She quickly discovered a slightly loose socket and curiously plugged it in.

She had just finished, when a melodious piano sound and soft humming filled the room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~~~~"

The artificial candles on the table also lit up at the same time, flickering like flames, mimicking a burning fire.

Lin Jinran's eyes widened in disbelief, she couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Just now, I think the outlet was loose, so the candle only lit up for a moment and scared her.

Fu MoHan silenced his phone and strode to the table, lifting the lid with a flick of his wrist. He immediately raised an eyebrow.

There was no food in the plate, but instead a rose flower.

Lin Jinran was a little surprised to see the roses, and he lifted the other lid. Underneath it was a dish of food.

Underneath the large lid in the middle, inside the dish, was a small cake with the words "Dian Dian, Happy Birthday" on top.

Lin Jinran was both surprised and delighted, her eyes turning red. She looked up at Fu Mo寒, her voice choked with emotion, "Grandpa, where are you"und that a pin could be heard dropping. The night owl, fully focused on the road ahead, drove with unwavering concentration. On the passenger seat, a portly man sat slumped over, his eyes closed and h...