Bo Jingshen, though his leg was still lame, bent down right away to catch him.
"Zhao Xiaole!" Su Lu suddenly called out to him.
The child halted abruptly, nearly losing his balance.
Just as a frown was about to crease Bo Jingshen's brow, he heard Su Lu say, "Don't be so reckless."
"Oh..." Zhao Xiaole obediently replied, then realized what was going on, staring at Bo Jingshen's cane and then at his leg, "Ah Shen, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, don't worry." Bo Jingshen smiled. "Still want a hug?"
Zhao Xiaole hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm afraid of hurting your leg."
It sounded so well-behaved that Bo Jingshen felt his heart soften into a mush.
And then Zhao Xiaole's next words came out, "And you've been smoking, it stinks."
Zhao Xiaole pinched his nose and waved his hand in front of his face.
