Leng Zimo is great — tall and handsome, very gentle with mom, and cooks delicious meals. But thinking about how he used to treat mom, the little guy still has a hard time accepting it.
"Xiao Qian." Leng Zimo walked over, arranging freshly sliced cucumber on the plate in a bamboo pattern before pushing the plate in front of Luo Jun, "Alright, time to eat!"
This time, Luo Jun didn't refuse; he immediately grabbed his spoon and began eating heartily without any reservation.
In fact, the little guy has already accepted Leng Zimo in his heart, but his pride, similar to Leng Zimo's, prevents him from easily calling him "dad."
Luo Xiaoqian looked at Leng Zimo with some guilt, "It's my fault for indulging his personality too much!"
Leng Zimo smiled and shook his head, softly wrapping his arms around her waist, "You've raised him well. Take it slow, don't force him!"
Watching Luo Jun eat, Leng Zimo's gaze was warm and accommodating.
