"Aunt Ting, can you take off your veil?"
"Hmm..."
He Tingting removed her veil, revealing an exquisitely beautiful, snow-white face that seemed so fragile and pitiful. To describe Aunt Ting as naturally stunning would not be an exaggeration at all.
"Aunt Ting, you're so beautiful."
Li Zhiyan's words made He Tingting's face flush with heat, and she couldn't help but recall the time he'd mistaken her for someone else.
But what exactly was the relationship between Xiao Yan and Zhao Shumin? There was more than a twenty-year age gap between them.
Zhao Shumin could easily be Li Zhiyan's mother. If her guess was correct, wasn't the whole situation a bit insane?
"Xiao Yan, is there a reason you've come to see me?"
"Aunt Zhao asked me to bring you some trauma wine."
"It works really well."
"I see..."
