Burying his face in her neck, Leng Zimo softly spoke.
"Sissi, I miss you."
Feeling the warmth of Leng Zimo's chest behind her, her heart had already started racing, "You...you go upstairs and play with Mo Mo for a while. Once I'm done here, we'll go...to your place...to take a look..."
"Okay." He immediately agreed with a smile, let go of her, and headed upstairs.
After a moment, Luo Xiaoqian tidied up the kitchen and went upstairs, only to see Leng Zimo playing checkers with John and Mo Mo.
Hearing her footsteps, Leng Zimo immediately stood up, "Mo Mo, I'm borrowing your mom for a while, you don't mind, do you?"
"What does Uncle Zimo need to borrow mom for?" Luo Jun asked curiously.
"Uncle Zimo has some work-related questions for your mom," Leng Zimo glanced at the slightly uneasy Luo Xiaoqian, "so your mom might be home a bit late tonight."
"No problem, I have Uncle John to keep me company." The little guy quickly agreed.
