The woman's voice was soft and weak, full of pity. She knew that Li Zhiyan and Zhao Shumin had a great relationship, so she didn't want to delay Li Zhiyan.
"Alright, Aunt, I'll get going then."
Li Zhiyan keenly noticed the faint, slender scars on the snow-white jade-like hand that the woman exposed.
These wounds were probably caused by something like willow branches recently, but Li Zhiyan couldn't concern herself too much with this right now. After all, she wasn't familiar with this woman.
Right now, punching in at work was the priority. As for the big opportunities at Changlong Group, Li Zhiyan was filled with anticipation.
On the way, Li Zhiyan thought about calling Aunt Zaizai to discuss the date.
But then she realized Aunt Zaizai was probably sleeping while holding her little Zaizai at this hour—sleep deprivation was no joke.
Might as well let her sleep a bit longer, since Aunt Rong probably wouldn't be coming over in the morning.
