Li Zhiyan swore he was absolutely not someone with a thing for feet.
As for such behavior—
he found it utterly contemptible in his heart!
But, Aunt Lai had cancer after all.
Amidst the sorrow, Li Zhiyan felt he ought to make a sacrifice.
"Xiao Yan, can you do it…"
"Then… with the black stockings, would it work?"
"Um…"
Li Zhiyan lowered his head and lightly kissed Lai Feifei's black-stockinged foot.
At this moment, Lai Feifei herself seemed to have reached the limits of exhaustion.
She fell into a deep sleep.
Holding her feet in his hands, Li Zhiyan felt a pang of heartache.
Could Lai Feifei truly have an incurable illness?
By around four in the afternoon, Lai Feifei was awakened by the ringing of her phone.
"Hello, Director Shen."
Still dazed, Lai Feifei answered the call and spoke to Shen Hui.
"Come to my office when you can."
"Director Shen, is my condition very serious?"
"Extremely serious!"
