Chapter 439
Su Lu and Jing Qiao exchanged a glance and immediately walked into the hall.
Song Boyuan was facing away from them, and as they approached, they first saw Zhao Xiaole cradled in Song Boyuan’s arms, his face smeared with blood.
Song Boyuan was reaching out to wipe the blood from Zhao Xiaole’s face, but the smearing only made the crimson marks more pronounced.
Jing Qiao’s body reacted even faster than her brain seemed to, instinctively pulling out kitchen paper from her apron pocket and stuffing it onto Song Boyuan’s nose without a second thought.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Zhao Xiaole anxiously looked at Song Boyuan, his eyes filled with worry.
Song Boyuan still appeared indifferent and impassive, gently shaking his head.
He was holding Zhao Xiaole with one hand and lightly covered Jing Qiao’s hand—clutching the tissue on his nose—with the other.
The nosebleed was severe; shortly, the tissue was soaked through.
Su Lu took Zhao Xiaole from his hands. The child couldn’t bear the sight of so much blood; his lips pursed and eyes reddened, as if he was about to cry. "Uncle, are you all right?" His voice trembled, as if it could tremble into one’s heart.
Song Boyuan, undemonstrative as always, glanced towards Zhao Xiaole and shook his head lightly, but seeing the child’s reddened eyes, he felt a mere shake of his head might not be enough.