"I'm taking Mo Mo to eat now, do as you please!"
Leng Zimo responded to her harshly and hung up the phone immediately.
In front of Seo Fei, he could only act like this.
"Was that mom?!" Luo Jun asked, looking up with his little face.
"Let's go." Leng Zimo bent down, held Luo Jun's small hand, and asked gently, "Dad will take you to eat. Tell dad, what do you want, Western or Chinese food?!"
Mo Mo was his son. Even if he had disagreements with Luo Xiaoqian, it shouldn't involve Mo Mo. Leng Zimo didn't mind showing his true love to Mo Mo.
"Will mom be eating with us?!" Luo Jun asked.
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth, "Of course not, it's with dad and Aunt Seo, is that okay?"
"Yeah!" Although Seo Fei didn't like Luo Jun, she still tried to please him, reaching out to hold his other little hand, "Mo Mo, have dinner with Aunt Seo, okay?!"
Luo Jun raised his hand to avoid her palm, "No."
This little guy, he truly is his son, so direct.
