Leng Zimo didn't like noise. In his impression, children meant noise, willfulness, crying... all negative adjectives.
But from the first moment he saw Mo Mo, he liked the child.
That little guy completely overturned his impression of children.
He was sensible and polite, strong and didn't like to cry. Although he could be more stubborn than him when he got angry, that kind of perseverance was precisely to his liking, especially the love and steadfastness the little guy had for his mother, which was exactly like the love he had for his own mother back then...
Looking at that little guy, he vaguely saw his childhood self.
Mother Mo Mo was raising him alone, it mustn't be easy. He really wanted to do something for this child.
"What?"
Luo Xiaoqian asked, surprised.
