Su Lu really couldn't concentrate on her painting anymore because this entire day had been just too much.
Her phone had not stopped buzzing, with messages coming in every so often.
She couldn't get mad, after all, she had agreed to the other person's request to stay in touch, and he hadn't been sending anything inappropriate. Practically every message was about Zhao Xiaole.
First there was a bottle of rose perfume, held in Xiao Le's hands.
Father and son had clearly won the three-legged race, and the photo seemed to have been taken by someone else, with both father and son wearing that orange safety helmet.
Bo Jingshen was holding Zhao Xiaole, who was holding the bottle of rose perfume.
Su Lu's attempt at painting was interrupted once again, her eyebrows knitting into a frown. Despite this, she couldn't help but save the photo.
Soon after, a voice message came through.
She played it and heard Zhao Xiaole's excited voice: "Mom, Ah Shen and I won!"
Su Lu paused at the sound.
