When Li Zhiyan was three years old, he pestered [someone], so [they] fed him.
Zhou Rongrong felt incredibly happy in her heart.
Other people's children, when they grow up, they have little to talk about with their mothers and stay distant from them.
But her son had always been very close to her.
Xiao Yan was truly a very filial child.
Li Zhiyan was helping his mother with a massage while watching TV and chatting with her, but at the same time, he was thinking about the task for tomorrow.
This was very important to Li Zhiyan.
"Son, you really have a knack for massage," Zhou Rongrong praised.
Li Zhiyan knew that this was the result of his own skills, but today the effect of his skills had turned into filial piety.
"Then I'll massage you more."
"Okay."
After touching Li Zhiyan's face, Zhou Rongrong felt very happy in her heart.
A long time later, Zhou Rongrong felt completely relaxed and fell asleep on the sofa.
Around almost twelve o'clock, Li Zhiyan finally woke Zhou Rongrong up.
"Mom, go back to your room to rest."
"Mm..."