Zhou Shuang tried to shake Lu Yinan's hand away, but she didn't succeed. She gave up after a few futile attempts.
She dragged her feet after him.
"What do you want to drink?" Lu Yinan dragged Zhou Shuang to his swivel chair and pushed her down.
Before she could answer, he said, "Water is better. It's not good to drink coffee or tea at night."
He turned around and walked towards the water dispenser.
The white robes elongated his lean frame, and he seemed even more dashing and suave.
Zhou Shuang stared at him that she couldn't utter a word.
Jiaojiao inched towards her. "Daddy is so biased. He didn't ask me."
Zhou Shuang frowned at the sight of the little cheeky expression. She prodded her head and chided softly, "You little imp."
Her brain was full of tricks.
"Did Jiaojiao badmouthed me?" Lu Yinan turned around with a cup of water. He caught a glimpse of Jiaojiao's grin and he smiled.