Leng Zimo gazed into his hopeful big eyes, feeling comforted, yet more so helpless and heartbroken.
This little guy went to great lengths to find him, definitely to plead on behalf of Luo Xiaoqian. Truly her son, understanding so much at such a young age.
Luo Jun, oh Luo Jun, what do you know? Your father has never been angry with your mother. Everything your father is doing now is to quickly live happily with you and your mother.
So, right now, I can only lie to you.
I'm sorry!
If I disappoint you now, I will find a way to prove in the future that I am the father who loves you and your mother the most!
A whirlwind of emotions swirled within, yet Leng Zimo's face remained cold.
"I will never forgive her!"
The hope in Luo Jun's eyes instantly turned into disappointment. His small mouth pouted, and he withdrew the little hand that was holding Leng Zimo's arm, immediately shouting, "Stop the car!"
"Don't stop!" Leng Zimo ordered coldly.
