Su Lu's heart skipped a beat, which made her turn somewhat rigidly.
Looking towards the passenger seat, she saw that sharp profile turning towards the mother and son in the backseat.
Su Lu's expression froze, and her brows began to furrow, "Why are you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Bo Jingshen had already passed a paper bag from the front seat.
"Haven't had breakfast yet? I brought something for you," Bo Jingshen said, his gaze first resting on Su Lu's face. After lingering there for a few seconds, it shifted to Zhao Xiaole's face.
When looking at Zhao Xiaole, his gaze wasn't as deep and complex as before. The emotion was simpler and more evident, his eyes becoming gentle.
"Xiao Le, I bought your favorite kids' meal, the one that comes with a toy," Bo Jingshen said.
But the paper bag in his hand was pointed directly at Su Lu.
