Soon, two slender beautiful legs appeared within Li Zhiyan's line of sight.
Li Zhiyan was leisurely lounging on the sofa.
"You little rascal, what do you want to do?"
"I just want to rest, so sorry to trouble you."
"Okay, Xiao Yan, call M..."
...
The next day, after Li Zhiyan woke up and freshened up,
Wu Qingxian, carrying a few dishes, walked into the manager's resting room.
"You little rascal, these are all the dishes you like."
Although Wu Qingxian had loved Li Zhiyan before, her son was Zhang Honglei after all.
So, relative to that, her interactions with Li Zhiyan used to be much less.
But now, things were completely different; Wu Qingxian spent most of her life around Li Zhiyan, and her whole heart was devoted to him.
In the battle for mom, Li Zhiyan had utterly defeated Zhang Honglei, turning him into a thing of the past.
Wu Qingxian knew exactly what Li Zhiyan liked to eat.
"Mmm, Aunt Wu."