As Song Zhuyu stared at the twig in Chen Ru's grasp, a brief 'ah' escaped his lips.
He had a really strong urge to palm his forehead right now. How careless of him! It must be because he had his mind full of Rui Ye, causing him to neglect his own appearance and surroundings. Fortunately, the one who pointed it out was Chen Ru, otherwise…
"Father Song?" Chen Ru's tentative voice brought him back to the present.