Honestly, who else could have if not Sizhui himself? Poor Zhuque, being left to his own devices must be something he's unused to, but Sizhui's desperate to know why this is happening, and especially now that Jingyi is beginning to look a bit more guilty about what's going on. He's readying another retort, though as Zhuque crouches, he hesitates, a surprised yelp escaping at the abrupt appearance of wings before he's right back on his feet.

“But... why?” This time, he does turn, brow knitted with confusion. “Jingyi?”

Which only makes Jingyi's face redden further. ‘It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday! Something went wrong, I'm not sure what, but... happy birthday? Ha...haha...’ Sizhui blinks once, twice, then lifts a hand a slaps it across his forehead, a nonverbal answer in and of itself.