Su Xiaolu looked at the little version of Bo Jingshen, who still had a milk mustache around his lips, and was at a loss for words.
Cheng You Ran probably hadn't seen the message immediately, so he didn't reply right away.
Su Lu couldn't help but glance at her phone from time to time, feeling almost sick with anticipation.
It wasn't until she had peeled two boiled eggs and coaxed the reluctant little one to eat them that Cheng You Ran finally sent a message back.
By then, Su Lu was already calm and not in a hurry to check her phone. She finished the soy milk in her cup, wiped her hands, and then picked up her phone.
She opened WeChat and saw Cheng You Ran's reply.
You Ran: Hmm? No, I heard it was alcohol poisoning.
"Huh," Su Lu scoffed coldly.
Zhao Xiaole shivered, looking at Su Lu with wide eyes, his voice timid, "I already obediently ate two boiled eggs…"
"Uh-huh, you were the best," Su Lu patted his face.
