Much later, Zhao Shumin rinsed her mouth and spat the dirty water into the trash can.
Afterward, she gently pulled Li Zhiyan into her arms and massaged his wrist.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with concern for Li Zhiyan.
"Xiao Yan, does your hand feel sore?"
"No, Aunt Zhao, I'm young, it's fine."
"Alright, it's about time, let's go to sleep."
"Mm."
The two embraced each other, with Li Zhiyan leaning closely against Zhao Shumin, quietly waiting for midnight to arrive.
Zhao Shumin fell asleep quickly; after all, she was a mature woman in her forties.
Her stamina and endurance were nothing compared to Li Zhiyan, who was in his twenties.
When midnight came, the intel refreshed punctually.
"Go to this lottery store and buy this stack of scratch tickets. You can profit 2,000 yuan."
With his savings now at 190,000 yuan, Li Zhiyan could already see the 200,000 mark just within reach.
The wild bonuses refreshed daily captivated Li Zhiyan deeply.
