In the time that followed, Lu Fan waited in the presidential suite for the three girls to come back with the lemons.
Honestly, this was the kind of small task that Chen He could have handled.
But Jiang Silu said she wanted to pick out the lemons herself, to make it more meaningful.
So Lu Fan let them do as they pleased.
As he waited, he found himself smiling unconsciously.
It had been a long time since he'd felt this happy.
He could only recall a few times he'd felt this way.
One was on his wedding night with Jiang Yixia.
Another was when he successfully earned his first million.
He couldn't remember any after that.
After all, his threshold for happiness kept getting higher, and very few things could truly make him happy anymore.
But now, here he was, sitting on the sofa, waiting for a glass of lemon water.
A "Scumbag Lemon Water" made by his own daughter's hands.
The name just wasn't very flattering.
But that didn't matter.
