Zhao Xiaole immediately made a pitiful face, wrapping his arms around Su Lu's neck and begging for mercy.
"Mama, mama, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"And then what?"
Su Lu remained unmoved, raising an eyebrow as she asked.
Then came the soft press of the child's lips on her cheek, smacking several kisses on her.
"I know I was wrong, I really do. When grandma arrives, could you maybe put in a good word for me?" Zhao Xiaole pleaded with earnest hand-rubbing, his sincere attitude apparent.
A faint smile formed on Su Lu's lips, "Well, that will have to depend on your behavior, huh."
"Come on, help me out. You don't want Grandma to worry either, right?" Zhao Xiaole reasoned persuasively, still hugging Su Lu's neck and pleading, "Right? Right?"
Su Lu could only nod her head, "Alright, alright, I get it."
Zhao Xiaole then let out a hee-hee of laughter, and then came the question...
