"I've never thought about taking anything from you in this lifetime," Jing Su turned his head toward Bo Jingshen and said earnestly, "except for wanting to take your son."
"Just keep that thought to yourself," Bo Jingshen replied.
Su Lu was quite easygoing about it and said, "That's not entirely out of the question. I've heard that around the ages of seven to nine, they are at the 'even a dog would disdain' phase. When that time comes, I'll send the kid over to you."
Zhao Xiaole was sitting on Jing Su's lap, swinging his little legs back and forth.
Not allowing Jing Qiao, Jing Ruo, or Yang Accompanying to come over and help Jing Su with his meal anymore, Zhao Xiaole insisted on doing it himself, and Jing Su was worried about tiring Zhao Xiaole out.
Su Lu laughed and said, "He's not tired, big brother. No need to worry. He thinks this is just like playing house. Let him take care of you."
