Chapter 440
How could he possibly be doing this for me? That’s absolutely impossible.
Because I’ve already turned out like this, yet he’s still unwilling to let me go.
With that kind of premise, Jing Qiao wouldn’t even consider the possibility that it could be about her.
When she arrived at the edge of the ball pit, Jing Qiao saw Zhao Xiaole looking up at Song Boyuan, laughing, "Uncle, the way you look... is so funny!"
Zhao Xiaole’s laughter was so hearty his eyes disappeared into creases. The kid didn’t care if the tall, good-looking man in front of him was the infamous, terrifying "mad dog" Young Master Song of Beijing.
He just found the sight of Song Boyuan with hemostatic gauze stuffed in his nose amusing, so he burst into laughter.
In truth, Song Boyuan’s appearance hadn’t become ridiculous or ugly at all, since Jing Qiao was always meticulous and careful in her actions; so the gauze was rolled up very finely and cut short, not enough to make his nostrils flare or protrude too much from his nose.
But perhaps because Song Boyuan’s image had always been one of meticulousness, his current state indeed appeared more comical compared to his usual, stern and unsmiling countenance.
Song Boyuan watched Zhao Xiaole and wasn’t angered by his laughter.
But still, there was no expression on his face, just a very calm question, "Do you like it here?"