Raising his hand, Leng Zimo gently pulled her closer, letting her lean on his shoulder, "Then we'll stay!"
Aunt Su, who was making breakfast in the kitchen, couldn't contain her smile as she heard the two, and promptly brought the prepared breakfast to the table.
"Xiao Qian, could you help me set the table, I'll call President Leng down to eat."
"I'll go!" Luo Xiaoqian stood up from Leng Zimo's embrace, smiled at him, and turned to walk upstairs, entering the study, "Dad, come down for breakfast, won't you?!"
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Lin stood up from his chair, "About this matter, I..."
"I understand." Luo Xiaoqian walked over to support his arm, smiling, "Zimo will also come back to stay tonight. You might not have that many quiet days in the future."
Upon hearing this, Leng Lin was pleased, "This house has been too quiet for too long; it's time for some liveliness."
