The person I once dreamed of growing old with ended up being labeled with words like "whore."
And my pain was sensed by Li Zhiyan.
Is this what they call a mother-son connection? But Li Zhiyan and I aren't mother and son.
We're just related as a senior and a junior, that's all.
Yet, someone so distantly related to me, he's so kind.
"I felt upset and wanted to take a walk, and I just happened to enter this hotel,"
"I wanted to go up and talk to you, but then I saw that boss using a screwdriver to pry the door open."
"So I went up and gave him a kick."
Li Zhiyan's narration left Jiang Xian at a loss for words, but she was grateful for his presence.
Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do.
"Xiao Yan, thank you, I'm so glad you were here, otherwise Auntie might have been in big trouble this time."
A sense of grievance welled up, and Jiang Xian couldn't help but shed tears.
"Auntie Jiang, don't cry."
"Don't be sad, I'm here to keep you company, aren't I?"