Mr. Song had not expected that Hao Li, who had been troubling him all morning, would be dealt with so easily. He looked at Lu Zhaozhao with a face full of affection.
"Grandpa, dial back your gaze a bit; Zhaozhao will lose her appetite." Song Sinian looked at Mr. Song helplessly and sighed silently.
Beside them, Lu Zhaozhao appeared as if she hadn't had her fill of the drama.
She had finally crawled out of bed, only for Hao Li to just walk away like that?
Was she too easy to send off?
Song Sinian fed Lu Zhaozhao a spoonful of century egg and lean pork congee, having just pinched her cheek, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Lu Zhaozhao's brows furrowed slightly, "I'm wondering when Hao Li became so easy to dismiss, it doesn't quite seem like her..."
Song Sinian was amused by her words, "You look so clueless, yet your instincts are quite sharp."
