Every time she thought about it, Jiang Xian's heart would feel an uncontrollable sadness.
"Auntie Jiang..."
Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Jiang Xian's waist, then leaned in and kissed her cherry-red lips, coated with lipstick.
"Ugh... Xiao Yan, you're getting naughtier and naughtier..."
"Kissing Auntie as soon as you see her."
Jiang Xian really felt helpless about Li Zhiyan kissing her.
After all, she was the one who had agreed to let him kiss her often, and she had even taken the initiative before.
While Li Zhiyan continued to stroke her leg.
A phone call rang out, and Jiang Xian, with her cheeks flushed, pushed Li Zhiyan away.
"It's my son's call."
Clearly, Jiang Xian's expression was somewhat surprised. Her son had never called her before. Was he actually calling her today?
Li Zhiyan didn't speak but just quietly watched...
He knew what kind of person Auntie Jiang's son was.