Ding Baijie still felt as if she was dreaming.
"This place is really nice, Xiao Yan, in my life I'd never dare dream of one day being able to live in a house like this."
After Zhou Rongrong brought Li Zhiyan breakfast, she said, "It's very nice here, just too big."
"It takes a long time to walk back to your room."
"Mom thinks small houses are quite nice too."
Li Zhiyan sat down beside Zhou Rongrong and picked up his chopsticks.
"Mom, don't worry. The two-bedroom apartment we used to rent has already been bought by me, we can go back and live there whenever we have free time."
Zhou Rongrong hummed a response, touched Li Zhiyan's face, her beautiful eyes filled with doting love for her son.
Ding Baijie, watching from the side, felt immense envy.
Li Zhiyan and Zhou Rongrong's mother-son relationship had always been something she envied so much, unlike her own son, now, she could only hope her son wouldn't come to find her again today.
That way she would have much less trouble.
