Bo Yan and Zhizhi had driven Yuran to her destination. When Yuran got off the car, Zhizhi was lying on the car window, his big dark eyes looking at her, "Mommy, can't Zhizhi go with you?"
He wore a mask that covered most of his face, revealing only his shiny black eyes, which were round, large, and deeply set with pronounced double eyelids, making his eyes appear doe-like.
Yuran held his face and kissed him, "Hasn't Mommy told you, my dear, that because of Daddy and Mommy's situation, Zhizhi can't show his face? When Zhizhi is older and can choose and face the consequences himself, then we can go out together, alright?"
Zhizhi's little head rested against Yuran, and he nodded, "Zhizhi will listen to Mommy."
"Good."
The family of three disguised themselves well, and since this shop was extremely private, they were not worried about paparazzi and sneaky photos.
Thus, they could converse freely. Yuran kissed both father and son goodbye before she turned and left.
