Su Lu stared blankly at her son, her mind whirling with a thousand thoughts in an instant.
No wonder...
The timid Zhao Xiaole, who had been clearly so afraid of being separated from her, had actually mustered the courage to walk away from her side. It wasn't because his bravery had suddenly increased, but because he had seen him.
The child must have recognized him; recognized that this man bore a resemblance to the men in the Su Lu paintings he had seen.
The child must have realized that this man might actually be his own father.
That's why he had endured his timidness and quietly stepped away from her side for a short while, not asking for much, just wanting to catch a glimpse of him. Then he had quickly returned to tell Su Xiaolu that he had gone to the washroom.
It was also because of the urgency to make the most of his time that he had eagerly tried a few bites of the Mango Pomelo Sago ordered by Bo Jingshen; because it was... his father's dessert.
