Catherine looked at Li Zhiyan standing before her, her sense of superiority brimming.
In the presence of a yellow-skinned person, she always maintained the "nobility" of a white person.
She held deep disdain for Li Zhiyan.
That man who wouldn't stand up for his own son—whatever she asked him to do, he would comply.
Whether it was massaging her feet or other tasks, even cleaning toilets, he was ridiculously obedient.
Li Zhiyan picked up Catherine's black silk-clad jade-like foot. This humiliating life was something he had long grown used to. For the sake of survival, holding these black silk-covered feet every day had become unavoidable.
The burden of life weighed as heavily as a thousand pounds.
Li Zhiyan thought to himself.
As she enjoyed Li Zhiyan's massage, Catherine placed her foot on his stomach—a habit she had already formed.
"Li Zhiyan, you wouldn't have any objections if I told you to clean the toilet, would you?"
"Of course not."
