Little Red Riding Hood seemed in a good mood. If someone who knew her well saw her expression at the moment, they would be very surprised—she hadn't relaxed like this in a long time.
However, she seriously retorted to Yu Sheng, "Next month I will be 18 years old; you can't treat me like a child anymore."
"Anyone under eighteen is a child. After your eighteenth birthday, I'll consider you an adult," Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't forget to save me a piece of cake then."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Li, who was attentively observing a chick, suddenly looked up: "I want some too!"
It turns out that during the entire conversation between Yu Sheng and Little Red Riding Hood, the fox girl caught just this crucial sentence.
Little Red Riding Hood laughed, her smile radiant, then she bared her teeth at Yu Sheng and Hu Li—like a mischievous wolf cub: "Fine, even if knives fall from the sky, you must come to celebrate my birthday. Whoever doesn't come is a coward."
