He immediately grimaced in pain. After forcing it down, he grumbled under his breath, "Oh my god, this is way too sour. Boss, how did you manage to drink it?"
"You're calling it sour after just one small sip? I drank a cup and a half," Lu Fan said, looking at the glass with a hint of lingering dread.
"Boss, that must have been torture for you. To praise the lemonade your daughter made, you actually forced yourself to drink it." Chen He couldn't help but marvel at the greatness of a father's love.
Lu Fan's gaze passed through the doorway of the presidential suite. Seeing Jiang Silu still diligently slicing lemons, he smiled with gratification. "It's rare for my daughter to want to do something for me, so of course, I can't dampen her spirits. Sifan is still very hostile toward me. She's the only one, my sweet girl, who's willing to even talk to me."
"True."
Chen He nodded in agreement. "You can tell the Young Miss is very kind-hearted."
