"Aunt Fang."
"Xiao Yan."
Upon seeing Li Zhiyan approaching, Fang Zhiya's lifeless face finally broke into a slight smile.
The more Fang Zhiya thought about it, the more she felt incredibly lucky.
If it weren't for Li Zhiyan, her life would surely have been utterly bleak by now.
"Aunt Fang, I'm starving to death."
"Hurry and make me some noodles."
"Okay."
Fang Zhiya lifted the lid of the pot to cook the noodles for Li Zhiyan.
"Xiao Yan, what are you holding in your hand?"
"This is a gift for you, open it when we get to the rental room!"
Fang Zhiya truly hadn't expected Li Zhiyan to bring her a gift.
Her birthday, isn't it on September 2nd, Thursday?
How did Li Zhiyan think to give her a gift at this time?
"It's not Aunt's birthday, why give a gift."
As she spoke, Fang Zhiya felt like crying; her own son had never given her a gift.
Her divorced husband never remembered her birthday either.
