C528 Whose Birthday Is It?

Six in the morning.

Zhang Han and Zi Yan laid on the bed.

Mengmeng was fast asleep on the small bed.

Suddenly.

The curtains around the bed fluttered rhythmically as if they were being blown by a breeze.

Floating in the air, the canopy began to shake slightly, and a light green glow started to envelop Zhang Han's body