Taking the can handed over by Li Zhiyan, he took a sip of Wang Zai.
"Aunt..."
After putting the can down, Li Zhiyan came to Lai Feifei's front, held her beautiful legs in black silk, and kissed Aunt Lai.
He checked the time, there was still enough.
...
A while later, Li Zhiyan followed Aunt, carrying a suitcase, to the high-speed train station.
Aunt's pretty face was flushed with a deep blush, and as they entered the business waiting lounge and sat down, Lai Feifei opened her bag.
Seeing it was packed with Wang Zai milk, Lai Feifei was relieved.
"Zaizai, look how much your mom loves you. This Wang Zai is definitely enough for you to drink for a day."
"Aunt, isn't it extravagant to fill a designer bag with Wang Zai?"
"Of course, little Zaizai."
Lai Feifei stroked Li Zhiyan's face and said, "It's because you love to drink it, my silly Zaizai."
At that moment, Li Zhiyan felt a rational breakdown inside, with an impulse to choose to be with Aunt.
