Su Lu held her son as she got into the car and looked at Song Boyuan, "Mr. Song."
"Miss Su, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon." The voice of Song Boyuan still carried that metallic chill, yet his tone was not at all indifferent, rather calm and steady.
"I wonder what you needed from me?" Su Lu asked with a light smile, "Surely, Mr. Song, you're not going to carry out what you mentioned last time and harm my son and me, are you?"
Her words carried a hint of tease and a dash of irony.
Though Su Lu was generally mild-mannered, she didn't appreciate being used as a bargaining chip, especially when her son was also involved, which she could not tolerate.
The irony in Su Lu's voice was quite evident; it was impossible for Song Boyuan not to notice.
Nevertheless, as if he didn't mind, he listened silently. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke softly, "I'm sorry about what happened last time."
