After opening the door, the sight of hundreds of boxes of Wangzai Milk on the bed greeted them.
There were cans representing fifty-six ethnic groups, as well as cartons; all kinds of Wangzai Milk were available.
"Zaizai, do you like it? Mommy bought you Wangzai Milk!"
Once sober, Aunt Lai turned back into that drunken person.
"Aunt, I like it."
"As long as you like it, Mommy will bring you Wangzai Milk every day in the future!"
In fact, Li Zhiyan didn't really like drinking Wangzai Milk; he preferred mineral water, but he didn't want to upset Aunt Lai.
Then, Li Zhiyan remembered that the makeup products in one of Aunt Lai's bags, worth hundreds of thousands, were running low because she stuffed it with a lot of Wangzai Milk and would always take out two cans for him each time they met.
"I understand, Aunt."
"Come here, let Auntie hug you!"
Lai Feifei happily gave Li Zhiyan a tight hug.
"Next time I see that shorty Jin Muxue, I'll use Wangzai to crush him to death!"
