At the same time, she remembered her son Pan Xiaodong.
Li Zhiyan built an empire from scratch at his age, becoming a billionaire, but her son could only act all smug.
Comparing people really shows vast differences.
Thinking about this made Zheng Yiyun feel helpless.
Soon, dinner was ready.
The three came to the table.
Zhou Rongrong, very warmly, served abalone to Li Zhiyan.
"Rongrong, your family is so wealthy."
"Why don't you hire a maid to do these things."
Zheng Yiyun was truly puzzled by Zhou Rongrong...
In the past, her home had cooks, drivers, and maids.
Zhou Rongrong's family has a maid, but she still cooks herself.
"Of course it's to cook for Xiao Yan, he just loves the meals I make."
Zhou Rongrong looked at Li Zhiyan, her beautiful eyes filled with the doting love for her son.
Zheng Yiyun gradually realized the difference between herself and Zhou Rongrong.
Slowly, their relationship improved as they chatted more.
And while eating.
