"Just to be clear, we didn't come here specifically for your birthday, so don't flatter yourself too much."
As soon as he entered the house, Yi Dong closed the door and handed the softshell turtle back to Motan, then effortlessly switched to slippers and threw himself on the sofa, giving Motan a serious look: "We just had a plan to have a farewell dinner these days, and since City B is our turf and we last celebrated New Year's at my place, it just so happens to coincide with your birthday, so everyone decided to come over together. Aren't you pleased?"
"Extremely pleased, but what do you mean by a farewell dinner? What's this about?"
Motan casually asked, then turned to the group of people squeezed at the door and shooed them inside: "No need to change your shoes, my place isn't big, it's easy to tidy up later. Go on in and take a break."
