"Zaizai, hurry up and pack!"
The two of them quickly started tidying up. Lai Feifei even went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Her makeup wasn't waterproof, so rinsing her face lightly was enough to remove most of it.
"Zaizai, in a moment, you hide in the guest room. Once I stall that skank, you can leave."
"Aunt, why does this feel like I'm a thief or something?"
"Zaizai, if your Aunt Rong finds out you're here right now, the next four days that I wanted to spend cuddling you in the mornings might not be so convenient."
"Got it, Aunt."
"Hurry up and hide."
"Oh wait!"
"Little Zaizai, here's your 'Wang Zaizai.'"
After stuffing two bottles of Wang Zaizai into Li Zhiyan's bag, Lai Feifei pushed him into the guest room.
Once inside, Li Zhiyan glanced around at the guest room, which was packed with cans of Wang Zaizai products stacked everywhere.
He thought of Aunt's doting look whenever she handed him bottles of Wang Zaizai, and he felt a strong urge to give her a big hug.
