"Yes, master!" Zhang Lijun said deferentially to Dao Tong.

Then he turned to look at Wang Rubing, saying, "Rubing, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"Dad, can't you wait a moment?" Zhang Hao cried. "Rubing hasn't blown out the candles and make wishes yet."

"There's no point in wishing," Zhang Lijun said with a wry smile playing around the corner of his mouth. "It's not going to realize."

No sooner had he finished than Wang ...