Without waiting for his mother to reply, Lu Yinan raised his eyebrows at her. "Or am I just a rubbish bin for them to dump the excess soup?"
He pressed his palms against the couch and straightened his back before standing up.
With lazy strides, he went closer to the bed.
"Just drink instead of talking so much," Chen Anyun snapped. She used the same bowl that Jiaojiao had just used.
She glowered at him before she turned to Zhou Shuang. "Xiaoshuang, there is more in the container. Go ahead and have another serving."
Zhou Shuang merely smiled in response.
She scooped the soup with a spoon and drank it slowly.
Chen Anyun stole a glance at her son and smiled. "Both of you go back home and rest tonight. I will stay with Jiaojiao."
Then she turned to Zhou Shuang.
After the old master's lecture, she became fearful that Lu Yinan and Zhou Shuang would really go their separate ways.
