Su Lu was frantic; her son had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
There had never been such a situation because, in reality, Zhao Xiaole was a very timid child, more afraid of losing Su Lu than she was of losing him, as his grandmother had once seriously warned him.
Su Xiaolu herself had been separated from her grandmother, losing over twenty years with her.
Just the thought of not seeing Su Xiaolu for over twenty years made Zhao Xiaole's heart tremble, so he was always very well-behaved, never ran off, and always stayed where Su Lu could see him, having memorized all the phone numbers of his family members at a young age.
Su Lu had always felt reassured.
Su Lu was ordering at the counter, she placed an order for a mixed marinated skewer combo, a signature red bean paste dessert, and a grass jelly dessert, which were quickly prepared. As she turned around with the tray, her face stiffened.
Her son was no longer where he had been.
