Su Lu was still a bit tired. She leaned on Bo Jingshen's shoulder and whispered into his ear with a smile, "Looks like you've been outdone, Bao Xiaocao."
Bo Jingshen glanced sideways at her. "I think it's because I didn't try hard enough last night, that's why you still dare to be so insolent."
"…I was wrong," Su Lu's ear tips flushed with a hint of red.
Bo Jingshen looked at her again, sideways. "As long as you know your mistake, I forgive you."
Su Lu chuckled softly.
Jing Qiao sat leisurely in a chair, not joining in the conversation between Bo Jingshen and Su Lu, nor paying attention to Song Boyuan.
She held a small bun in her hand, eating it bit by bit while watching a ballet performance on a tablet.
It wasn't until close to the ticket check time, that Song Boyuan, dragging a suitcase, brought the child back.
He had left with just a child, but now the child was adorned with two strings of lollipops and was carrying a large bag filled with snacks and pastries.
Su Lu: "…"
