Lu Chen obediently lowered his head, eating the food and occasionally sipping from his glass of soy milk.
Although accustomed to using a knife and fork, he was quite skilled with chopsticks and not the least bit awkward.
A few days ago, while eating at his grandmother's house, even his grandfather praised him.
The little guy lowered his head and took a couple more bites, then as if suddenly remembering something, he put down his chopsticks.
He furrowed his little brow, hesitated for a while, then asked in a soft voice, "Mom, when are we going home?"
Right after he asked, Lu Chen regretted it a bit.
Because he saw that both his mom and dad frowned noticeably at his question.
Su Jia pursed her lips, momentarily unsure how to answer her son's rather naive question.
Lu Yanhe's expression darkened slightly, but thankfully, he managed to push down the stirrings in his heart.
