"Mm, let's hang up for now. See you later at Bamboo Inn."
"Alright, Aunt."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Hongmei looked at Lai Feifei, who nearly had her face pressed against hers, and pushed the drunken woman's face away helplessly.
"What are you doing? Staring at me while I'm on the phone—this isn't some fleeting romance moment."
Lai Feifei finally sprawled herself onto Shen Hongmei's lap, shamelessly groping her thighs.
"Ugh, get off! Why are you so shamelessly perverse!"
"Crazy woman! Drunken fool! Maniac!"
Lai Feifei didn't respond. Despite the layer of liquid courage provided by the alcohol, she couldn't stop the trembling deep inside her over what she was about to do.
"What's in your bag? It feels heavy."
Curious, Shen Hongmei reached for Lai Feifei's bag, but Lai Feifei clutched it tightly to herself.
"It's Zaizai's milk, something for him!"
Lai Feifei proclaimed seriously.
"Crazy woman..."
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