When Li Donghua went out, she didn't meet Li Rengui, so naturally, she couldn't let him appreciate her beauty.
After Li Donghua and Zhao Jing left, Li Shuning finally pulled Li Chunhua into the kitchen to sit down; she felt sick in that room.
"Mom, do you know why Auntie looked like that?"
Li Chunhua was still a bit confused: "Didn't your aunt say she was itchy? Maybe she got bitten by a mosquito."
"Mom, you're so naive. I heard at school that behavior should be called shameless, right? This is our home, and Auntie is a guest here. What kind of guest takes off all her clothes and lies on someone's bed? Auntie doing such things on your bed is to disgust whom? She's your own sister. This morning, when Auntie arrived, she was eyeing Dad and wanted to touch him and even wipe his sweat. If Dad hadn't dodged quickly, Auntie would have succeeded."
