Zhao Xiaole's originally cold little face instantly thawed when he heard his mother's voice, his eyes brightened, and he immediately trotted over toward the fence.
But because Su Lu was standing outside the fence, he could only watch.
"Wait for me a moment; I'll come inside right away."
Su Lu's voice was calm and gentle. To the child's ears, it had a strange soothing power that immediately calmed Zhao Xiaole down.
He even had the time to wonder who this beautiful and fashionable auntie standing next to his mom was.
Hearing Su Lu's voice, the teacher's expression stiffened for a moment, but hearing Su Lu's calm and gentle voice made her relax again.
She remembered Zhao Xiaole's mother was a beautiful and gentle woman, seemingly an artist with a distinctive demeanor.
Although she had never seen Zhao Xiaole's father, it wasn't hard to understand from the mother's appearance why Xiaole was the best-looking child in the class.
Su Lu quickly entered the yard.
