When Stanley Batton saw that it was a call from Henry Armstrong, he immediately hung up.

But Henry would not give up. He called Stanley yet again.

Only then did Stanley get up and walk over to the french window to pick up the call.

Outside, people were playing with fireworks. The sky became filled with colorful bursts of flames.

Xyla Quest could not resist walking closer and watching the fireworks outside, standing approximately two meters away from him.

“What’s going on? Why did you hang up on me? Same old rule. We’ll stay up all night playing mahjong. See you at the same place,” Henry said.

“I’m not going,” Stanley said without hesitation before looking at Xyla, who was next to him.

The exploding fireworks seemed like flowers blooming in her eyes. Xyla seemed in awe, almost like a child.

“No… But why? This is how we have been spending this day every year since we were eighteen. Why can’t you come this year?” Henry clearly sounded upset.

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