She said, "Yueyue has to attend a Parent-Teacher Conference this afternoon."
"You seemed to be enjoying a sense of superiority in your role as a parent?"
Yan Rusheng leaned against the wall next to Xuxu's desk and ambiguously looked down at her with his deep and serene looking peach blossom-shaped eyes.
Xuxu coldly snorted. "Stop your sarcastic remarks. Yueyue belongs to whose family again?"
After saying that, she wanted to grab Yan Rusheng's wrist. But who would have thought that he would suddenly withdraw his hands from his pockets, to which Xuxu caught hold of his pockets instead? Without thinking further, she hauled hard at it. "Please get back to your work now, there are so many things to do."
She retracted her hands and placed them back on the keyboard. She stared at the laptop screen and was determined to ignore him.
