After a while, Lai Feifei suddenly collapsed.
Li Zhiyan was startled and quickly wrapped his arms tightly around Aunt Lai's waist. Holding her, he frantically said, "Aunt, are you okay?"
"Aunt is fine."
"Keep going, keep kissing Zaizai."
Lai Feifei's health had always been excellent, but today she was afraid she wouldn't have the courage to confess her feelings to Li Zhiyan.
So she had drunk way too much, and now the alcohol was taking over, making it hard for her to stand.
"Aunt, stop kissing. Let me take you home to rest."
Li Zhiyan glanced at the time — it was already nine thirty. If he didn't hurry, Aunt Zhao would surely start worrying.
"Alright, Zaizai, you have to take good care of Aunt."
"I'll definitely take care of you, Aunt."
Li Zhiyan picked up Lai Feifei, carried her to the back, and placed Aunt Lai in the backseat of his Mercedes E-class.
He started driving toward Aunt Lai's villa.
On the way, Aunt Lai couldn't stop rambling incoherently.
