"Auntie."
Although blood is thicker than water,
at this moment, Li Zhiyan only wanted to call her Auntie.
He didn't even want to speak to her.
"If you want to call me Auntie, go ahead, but sooner or later, you will call me mom."
The bewitching voice carried a hint of loss.
"Son."
"Shen Xinrong should be here soon, right?"
Li Zhiyan fell silent.
He now harbored even more doubts in his heart.
His own mother, a very formidable woman, extremely so.
She could control his whereabouts.
Just this alone proved that she was no ordinary person.
If she had reached such a stage,
what significance did his own property have for her?
Li Zhiyan thought to himself.
"She's about to arrive, how did you know?"
"I know everything about you, my child..."
"Mother didn't expect you to be so wild, so fickle-hearted."
"Having so many 'aunties' around you..."
"Mother thinks you should prefer girls your own age."
"But I can understand."
