It didn't take long before the alcohol hit again, and Lai Feifei's provocative chatter started up nonstop.
Shen Hongmei, sitting next to Lai Feifei, also noticed Lai Feifei's black silk-clad, beautiful legs stretched out straight, clearly resting on Li Zhiyan's lap.
When it came to the wild antics of this drunken woman, Shen Hongmei was no longer surprised. After all, a drunk is a drunk—what they do doesn't really count.
At this point, He Yanrong's possessiveness had clearly reached an overwhelming level. It was evident that she genuinely, unabashedly liked Li Zhiyan.
So if she were to speak her mind, those two would probably start fighting again—and that was the last thing Shen Hongmei wanted to see.
Throughout the rest of the dinner, He Yanrong kept dishing food onto Li Zhiyan's plate, making Lai Feifei seethe with jealousy, her vinegar jar tipping over again and again.
"Zaizai, Auntie will feed you too."
