Here is the translated text:
Listening to Li Zhiyan's words, Zhao Shumin's face turned even redder.
Ever since some things happened with Li Zhiyan, Zhao Shumin felt that their relationship could no longer return to the simple one of elder and junior like before.
"Why are you taking photos?"
"They're useful."
"Aunt Zhao, if you want to help me correct my mistakes, I think this is the best way."
"Alright then..."
"Aunt will go out today and check if there are any pretty high heels."
"But Aunt can only wear them for you to take a photo."
If it was just wearing them at home to let Li Zhiyan take a look, then it was still acceptable.
"Okay."
"Aunt, thank you."
"You do care for me."
"Hmm, don't overthink things from now on."
After breakfast, as Li Zhiyan left, Zhao Shumin washed dishes in the kitchen, feeling troubled by Li Zhiyan's issues.
And what troubled her most was every time she stayed together with Li Zhiyan.
