Lu Yinan was about to turn around when he heard a loud thud.
A heavy object had hit the back of his head he almost fainted.
Zhou Shuang had hurled a shampoo bottle at him.
Lu Yinan pressed his head with the palm of his hand and pointed at Zhou Shuang. He yelled, "You shrew! I shall pretend that it was a dog who had bitten my last night after you had slept with me!"
All of them were speechless.
Xuxu glanced at Lu Yinan with an empathetic look.
"Indeed. You slept with me." Zhou Shuang, clad in the hotel bathrobe, flashed a cold smirk as she marched towards Lu Yinan.
Lu Yinan backtracked and realized that he had untimely blurted out something—and it was maybe because of sheer desperation. Zhou Shuang suddenly flung a wad of cash at him before he could retort. "This is your reward. But your techniques suck and it's horrible!"
Lu Yinan almost collapsed because of anger.
