For Li Peishan, who was none other than Li Tingting's mother, Zhang Xiaofan had never actively entertained any inappropriate thoughts about her.
At the moment, even he felt somewhat passive as some bad thoughts crept in.
After all, the spring breeze blows past Yumen Pass, the abundance of spring cannot be shut away.
Of course, Li Peishan did not notice Zhang Xiaofan's psychological reaction at that moment and instead poured a glass of water for him, saying, "Although this place is small, the neighborhood is quiet."
"As you grow older, you tend to prefer living in quiet places."
The moment Li Peishan bent over to hand the water to Zhang Xiaofan, an incredibly intense visual impact hit him.
Truly, fame falls short of merit upon meeting.
So grand, so large, so white.
Cough cough!
"Peishan sister, you look no different from a 28-year-old mature woman in my eyes. If you are old, what would that make those 18-year-old girls feel?"
