"Ah?" Zhao Xiaole's little eyebrows furrowed, his gaze filled with a touch of gloom, "But... I haven't gone to the amusement park and Ocean Park with Uncle Qiao yet."
"But Mom can have fun with you just the same." Su Lu reached out to touch her son's somewhat sweaty, soft hair.
Zhao Xiaole looked up at her, "It's not the same at all, you are not a man."
Su Lu felt helpless, "But Uncle Qiao is busy, you should understand. Our Zhao Xiaole has always been very magnanimous."
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "Alright."
However, that evening, Zhao Xiaole was clearly still feeling down. He had originally planned to discuss with Qiao Li how to enjoy the amusement park the next day, but now he was as deflated as a frostbitten eggplant.
Leaning against that big panda cushion, he didn't make any plans, nor did he talk much.
He scrolled through his phone-watch sporadically.
Su Lu took a photo of him and casually posted it on her social circle.
The caption read: The melancholy of a five-year-old boy.
