"Hmm, alright."
Shen Hongmei thought about it—Li Zhiyan really wasn't that young anymore, and if she continued to overly indulge him,
it wouldn't do his future any good.
As Li Zhiyan was about to leave, Lai Feifei, whose face was now flushed red, scrambled back up and called out to him.
"Zaizai!"
"What's up, Aunt?"
"Take these two cans of Forget-Me-Not with you!"
Aunt's love had never ceased. She opened Li Zhiyan's work bag and stuffed two cans of Forget-Me-Not inside.
After Li Zhiyan left, Shen Hongmei finally felt relieved.
This woman clearly didn't have much of a chance.
"Feifei, why is your face so red?"
"It's hot, of course."
Lai Feifei leisurely lay back down, feeling indescribably happy deep inside—this kid.
"Here's your orange juice."
After handing the freshly squeezed orange juice to Lai Feifei, Shen Hongmei couldn't help but wonder if she owed something to this crazy woman in her past life.
"Oh!"
"I think I'll nap for a bit first!"
"Not drinking anymore!"
