Li Zhiyan smiled, this Zhang Wu definitely had no good intentions, but for the sake of his sister-in-law, Ding Baijie, he had to go.
In his memory, the most vivid impressions Li Zhiyan had of his sister-in-law were her fair skin and her thick, waist-length hair.
She rarely cut her hair, and it was well-nurtured to be very dense and thick, making it look extremely beautiful.
"Alright."
He helped his mother with the chores until half-past eleven.
Zhang Wu's call came in again.
"Hello, auntie, have you and Li Zhiyan arrived yet?"
At this moment, Zhang Wu was sitting in a private room of the Xinyuan Grand Hotel, his monthly income of over ten thousand yuan giving him a considerable sense of superiority.
If he could just employ a little maneuver, then his aunt would be easily within his grasp, after all, a man with a monthly income of over ten thousand yuan was very attractive to women in this society.
Like his wife, Ding Baijie, who now adored him immensely.
