Chu Munan looked into Lu Wangshu's deep eyes; however, he didn't say anything.
This little guy's intelligence is not low; after all, he's Lu Jingchen's son. Actually, the first time he saw this little guy, he had a good impression of Lu Wangshu, feeling the little guy would definitely not let him down.
Song Qiao looked down at her son, and her heart suddenly felt a warmth, even a touch of emotion, and she directly spoke, "Wangshu, you're truly too sensible..."
Lu Wangshu's little face immediately broke into a well-behaved smile, looked at the fruit platter filled with various cut fruits, jumped off the sofa, and said to Song Qiao, "Mom, eat some fruits... I'll go check on my sister."
Song Qiao hadn't expected Lu Wangshu to proactively say he would go look after Huanhuan, hesitated inside, but still nodded, then took the fruit platter from his hands, her smile very gentle, "Thank you, son, go ahead."
