The child was acutely aware that something was amiss in the atmosphere.
Zhao Xiaole's pace of eating slowed, his large eyes blinking as he cautiously tugged at Su Lu's sleeve and whispered, "Su Xiaolu…"
Su Lu turned to look at him.
"Are you unhappy…" Zhao Xiaole asked.
Su Lu raised her hand to touch his head and gave him a slight smile, but didn't speak.
"I'm sorry," Bo Jingshen said quietly, "You should continue eating before it gets cold."
After saying this, he turned away and did not look back to converse with the mother and son, not because he didn't want to talk to them, but because he didn't want his inadvertent remarks to upset her again, which would affect Xiaole's mood, possibly resulting in both of them eating without relish.
Bo Jingshen had no plans to take them anywhere; instead, he drove them straight home.
