Su Lu really didn't know what to say about the love lives of her two brothers. Her stance was quite awkward, so anything she said would be embarrassing; she simply chose not to speak and silently sipped her coffee.
But there was Shen Xun, who had just spoken so harshly.
Now he was cautioning Su Lu, "Take good care of Su Zhe. His constitution is weak to begin with, and he doesn't take care of himself."
Su Lu bit on the edge of her cup and nodded, "I understand."
It was at this moment that a slender and tall man, holding a cherubic little boy, walked in from the entrance of the residential area, the child licking a stick of candied hawthorns in his hand.
Seeing them, Su Lu turned to Shen Xun and asked, "Brother Xun, do you want to get out of the car..." She had intended to mention Su Zhe, but paused mid-sentence and instead continued, "to say hello to Zhao Xiaole?"
Shen Xun pursed his lips, seeming to hesitate for a moment, then shook his head, "Not now, maybe next time."
