Lu Jing turned around, her face immediately turning pale, and she clenched the little girl's hand tighter without realizing it.
"Mommy Lu?" The little girl felt a bit of pain and couldn't help but cry out.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's Mommy Lu's fault, I hurt Yaoyao."
Lu Jing quickly came to her senses, apologizing to the little girl and even crouched down to blow on the sore spot a few times.
It wasn't really that painful; it was just an instinctive reaction:
"Mommy Lu, what's wrong?" she asked.
Lu Jing felt anxious and shook her head:
"It's nothing, nothing, isn't Yaoyao hungry? Shall we order some food?"
It's better not to say too much to children; luckily, she changed the subject.
Now they didn't even need a paper menu; everything was ordered through WeChat by scanning the QR code on the table.
"Mommy Lu, Yaoyao wants to eat this, this, and this."
"Okay, we'll order all of them."
...
At that moment, on the other side.
Not far, just in the opposite private room.
