The other end of the phone was silent for quite a while before Su Lu cautiously said, "Mom?"
Zhao Ying's deep breaths were clearly audible over the phone. Su Lu quickly added, "Don't worry, the child is fine now."
"Fine? How can you call this fine? His neck was cut open and you say he's fine! What then would constitute a real problem? How could you only tell me about such a big thing now!" Zhao Ying spoke with some intensity, but she still measured and restrained herself.
She was never too harsh on Su Lu, even now, it didn't sound too fierce.
"I was afraid to worry you..." Su Lu whispered.
"You!" Zhao Ying spoke, then sighed, "Sigh. You're afraid I'll worry, and I'm afraid you'll be scared."
Hearing this, Su Lu opened her mouth, unable to make a sound, feeling a softness in her heart.
