These feelings, if experienced by someone else, definitely wouldn't be understood.
But Su Lu, having been through similar situations, could empathize even more.
As for whether her guess was right, it was hard to say. However, the matter she had President Bo instruct his secretary to follow up on was soon answered.
That evening, the secretary called.
"President Bo, there were no private planes departing from West Suburb Airport today."
President Bo had just finished putting Zhao Xiaole to sleep when he received the call.
Zhao Xiaole went to bed late today; the child liked his aunt, and with Jing Qiao not home, he was a bit moody. Zhao Xiaole was a well-behaved child, not prone to throwing tantrums, but he did become a bit whiny.
Especially clingy to mom and dad.
Just after putting the child to sleep, President Bo received this call from the secretary.
Su Lu had just brought him a cup of hot honey grapefruit tea and handed it to him when she saw him look up.
