Looking at Lai Feifei clinging to Li Zhiyan like an octopus.
He Yanrong and Shen Hongmei picked up on some information from her words.
Li Zhiyan and Lai Feifei had slept together.
What on earth is going on here?
He Yanrong felt a faint sense of jealousy, but she didn't know how to express it.
After all, she and Li Zhiyan truly had no relationship—just the simple bond of an elder and a junior.
"Aunt Lai, wake up."
"I need to go home."
Li Zhiyan pinched Lai Feifei's cheek, trying to rouse her.
It was only then that Lai Feifei finally let go of Li Zhiyan.
"You ungrateful brat! What good was it even giving birth to you?"
"You won't even rest with your aunt and let me hold you."
Lai Feifei's voice carried a trace of grievance.
Li Zhiyan knew this crazy woman always claimed she was his mother whenever she drank too much—that's where the nickname "Zaizai" had come from.
He was long used to the nonsensical drunk talk.
"Let's go, Zaizai. Your mom showed you love for nothing."
