"Aunt Yin, please."
"Get lost already!"
Li Zhiyan, however, was shamelessly persistent. He knew that Yin Xueyang's heart wasn't necessarily unwilling; it was just that this woman was too proud to admit it.
So, he had to be relentless.
After a standoff lasting more than ten minutes, Yin Xueyang said impatiently, "What are you doing, Li Zhiyan? I can't even wash the dishes like this."
"Just wait a bit to wash them, okay..."
Yin Xueyang turned around and glared at Li Zhiyan.
"Be quick about it, and then get lost."
"Great."
Li Zhiyan was overjoyed. It seemed he had indeed found Yin Xueyang's Achilles' heel.
This woman was indeed interesting.
"Go fetch the things, they're in the bedside drawer of my bedroom."
Li Zhiyan also knew he couldn't go too far.
So, after Yin Xueyang said this, he went to the bedside drawer.
After opening the drawer, Li Zhiyan saw a photo of Yin Xueyang and her ex-husband, which seemed quite old.
