"Just find an opportunity to repay your mother once in the future,"
Li Zhiyan thought for a moment and decided to accept it.
"I understand, Mom."
"Right, Mom, there hasn't been any problem with those high heels lately, has it? If there's ever an issue, I'll continue to make the glue for you."
The scenes of Li Zhiyan accompanying her everywhere in the middle of the night echoed persistently in Shen Rongfei's heart.
It was from that time on that she fully regarded Li Zhiyan as her own son.
"They're very sturdy. Mom's high heels are in good condition, and I don't wear them much. You don't need to worry, son. If there's any issue, Mom will find you right away."
"Mm."
"Mom, is your wrist still hurting recently?"
"Not anymore, but my ankle is a bit sore."
"Then I'll massage it for you."
"Ok..."
Shen Rongfei was very approving of Li Zhiyan's traditional Chinese medicine massage techniques; her son was indeed an experienced practitioner of Chinese medicine.