After a long while, Shen Hongmei ladled the soup out of the pot.
The redness on her cold yet alluring face made Li Zhiyan feel an uncontainable surge of excitement.
"Sweetie, go take out the trash."
Shen Hongmei handed the trash over to Li Zhiyan and hurried him. She was a bit afraid that Lai Feifei might notice something, which would be troublesome.
"Aunt, why don't we just throw it out of the window?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, sweetie? If it hits someone's face, won't they come after you in rage?"
"Aunt, I was just kidding."
"You, silly child. I'm seriously worried about your health. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body?"
Shen Hongmei felt that Li Zhiyan had suddenly become different from before; he seemed much more capable now.
"Nothing's wrong, don't worry, Aunt. I'll go take out the trash now."
Watching Li Zhiyan's strong and vigorous figure from behind, Shen Hongmei finally felt at ease. Perhaps she was worrying too much about Xiao Yan.
