But Lai Feifei angrily shook off his hand, refusing to let him hold hers.
Luckily, the rain had gotten lighter by now, or else the two of them would have truly ended up soaked like drowned rats.
"Aunt Lai, don't be mad anymore."
After walking two streets in a row, Lai Feifei's drunkenness started kicking in again.
But no matter what, that deep-seated bitterness in her heart was completely impossible to get rid of.
"Go buy yourself two bottles of Wangma Milk and forget me already!"
"Just pretend I never gave birth to you at all!"
Li Zhiyan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. This drunken mess of a woman was just too unbelievably adorable. Lai Feifei had nothing to do with him—they had only known each other for less than a month.
Every time she drank, she'd claim to be his mom, and Li Zhiyan didn't dare argue with her.
"Aunt Lai, you never gave birth to me in the first place."
"We've only known each other for a month."
"You ungrateful brat."
