Zheng Yiyun could understand Pan Yunhu's busyness.
But Pan Xiaodong's behavior had thoroughly disappointed her—her son didn't even want to stay at home last night.
Last night, Li Zhiyan must have been keeping his mother company the whole time. Zheng Yiyun had never doubted Li Zhiyan's filial piety.
She had fantasized many times about how wonderful it would be if Li Zhiyan were her own son.
However, it was just a fantasy. Last night, she even dreamed there were many dishes on the table.
After sitting down, Zheng Yiyun picked up her chopsticks with her left hand.
"Today at noon, I'll eat with just one hand, even though it's a bit cold..."
Zheng Yiyun murmured softly, her mind filled with images of Li Zhiyan, which made her feel even more despicable.
Rao Shiyun and Li Meifeng were not calm either.
"That damn beast."
"How could he do such a thing."
"He even dares to covet you and Wanzhou. I never imagined my own nephew could be such a beast!"