The next day, Song Boyuan personally came to pick up Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole.
The so-called "personally" meant that he drove over himself without using a driver, leaving his driver and bodyguards following behind in a business car.
And while the car had no child safety seat yesterday, today it had a brand-new, high-end one, ready and complete with snacks and drinks.
His sincerity was evident.
His sincerity had moved Zhao Xiaole, who yesterday kept calling him "uncle" over and over.
Today, immediately.
"Uncle!" Zhao Xiaole called out cheerfully.
Su Lu could scarcely believe it; had she really... raised such a fickle creature?
Song Boyuan remained expressionless; he'd always been known for his stoic demeanor, rarely showing emotion, mostly to Jing Qiao.
But now, he even raised his brows slightly.
Even though there was no smile, his gaze softened noticeably.
Zhao Xiaole's eyes rolled about before he asked, "Uncle, uncle, my dad says you do great in business!"
