"No way, have you never celebrated your birthday before?"

"This has never happened since I can remember."

Wen Xiaohui frowned and whispered, "My sister is not such a careless person." Yaya remembered that every birthday he had, even if they couldn't celebrate it together, she would give him a gift. Why would she ignore her biological son's birthday?

"Mom will give gifts, but every year she is no longer around due to various things." Luo Yi said in one stroke.

"It doesn't matter. I will spend it with you from now on. I will spend every birthday with you." Wen Xiaohui took his hand and said, "Come, let's eat."

When passing the gift box on the ground, Wen Xiaohui bent down and picked it up: "This..."

Luo Yi glanced at him: "Throw it away."

"No, I've already given it to you. What a waste to throw it away. It's your intention anyway. Why don't you open it and take a look?"

Luo Yi shook his head.

Wen Xiaohui felt it was a pity: "Open it and take a look. After reading this gift, look at what I gave you, okay?"

Luo Yi squinted at him: "Do you really want to see it? It can't be anything normal."

Wen Xiaohui nodded, he couldn't restrain his curiosity.

Luo Yi took the gift box and said, "Don't regret it." He pulled open the bow on the gift box, then held the box and said to Wen Xiaohui, "Open it."

Wen Xiaohui reached out and opened the gift box, and then he let out a scream.

In the gift box, the gift surrounded by ribbons and colorful sponges turned out to be - a handful of □□.

Luo Yi raised his eyebrows, took out his gun, and looked at it.

Wen Xiaohui trembled and asked, "Is this... a gift from that person?"

Luo Yi nodded.

"Is this...is this a real guy?"

"You'll know just by touching it."

Wen Xiaohui hesitated for a moment and took it. The heavy metal felt. Even if he had never touched a real gun, he could tell that it was a genuine weapon. What kind of father would give a gun to his sixteen-year-old son on his birthday?
Chapter completed!