Shocking.
The wrist bound with bandages...
Thinking of this, Lu Huai'an's dark eyes turned a shade darker, but he lowered his head slightly, so Song Jingyuan couldn't see anything.
She lifted her son's arm and placed the porcelain bowl into his hand, saying gently, "The porridge is made by Mom. You feed Xiao Chu, and remember to be gentle. Girls are very fragile when they're ill."
She gave Lu Huai'an a light pat on the shoulder, frowning as she warned, "Try saying those words to Xiao Chu again, and watch how I'll deal with you!"
Song Jingyuan came from a scholarly family and always spoke gently, regardless of who she was talking to, so even her warnings were tender.
Lu Huai'an was pushed into Lin Chu's bedroom, and the door was closed by Song Jingyuan from outside.
Lin Chu was lying on the side facing the door, so when Lu Huai'an looked up, their eyes met.
A moment of eye contact.
A bit awkward.
