"That'll have to wait for nine months..."
Wu Qingxian gave Li Zhiyan a coquettish shy roll of her eyes.
"You go and sit inside the room. Auntie will cook for you, I'll make your favorite braised abalone."
All the aunts knew that Li Zhiyan liked to eat braised abalone.
So, whenever Li Zhiyan visited them, they would prepare delicious abalone for him to eat.
"Okay, Aunt Wu, I'm going to make a phone call, and I'll come help you cook later."
"Hmm... Xiao Yan, later..."
"Auntie will help you later, but there are some things that can't be done temporarily."
Looking at Wu Qingxian's red lips, Li Zhiyan naturally knew what she meant.
After nodding his head,
He went into the manager's rest room.
He sat on the sofa that held numerous memories of him and Wu Qingxian.
Li Zhiyan lay down and took out his cell phone.
After copying the phone number Wang Chong sent him, he dialed it.
"Hey, uncle."
By seniority, Li Zhiyan calling Zhang Jingye uncle was completely appropriate.
