The car left the compound, heading straight to the outskirts. As it drove off the suburban highway and onto the tree-lined road leading into the farm, there were already three vehicles waiting outside the farm gate.
A dozen people were standing beside the cars, both n and won, all quite young.
At the front was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, dressed in a suit, of dium build, with ordinary features but exuding an unmistakable aura of steely determination.
"Who are they?!" Luo Xiaoqian asked in confusion as she looked at the people by the farm through the car window.
"They’re the workers I hired!" Leng Zimo opened the car window and handed the keys to the middle-aged man at the front, who nodded at Leng Zimo and went ahead to open the farm gate.
As Leng Zimo drove the car in, the man in the suit also followed him in, along with the others entering the farm, and the three vehicles were driven inside as well.
"This is aweso!" Luo Jun pushed open the car door and jumped out, looking around the farm with scrutiny. His eyes quickly fixed on the small football field in the yard. "Wow, is this a football field?!"
The little guy had been in a big city all along and had seldom seen such a place, so it was naturally quite novel to him.
"That’s right!" Leng Zimo gently patted his little head, "This is your football field!"
Five years ago, when Luo Xiaoqian left, Leng Zimo also forgot about this place. After the initial round of renovations, it was left as it was.
After Leng Zimo regained his mory, he not only rembered World City but also this farm, which had been newly renovated. Now, the entire small farm had been completely refurbished; the wooden fences had a fresh coat of paint, the lawns were freshly mowed, and there was a pleasant scent of fresh grass in the air.
The middle-aged man led the group to Leng Zimo, and without needing instructions, the dozen people swiftly stood in three rows, regardless of gender, all with their hands clasped behind their backs, each exuding efficiency.
"Mr. Leng!" The middle-aged man stepped forward, "What do you think? Is it okay?!"
"Very good." Leng Zimo’s gaze slowly swept across those present, "Let introduce you. This is Luo Xiaoqian, my wife, and this is my son, Luo Jun, also known as Mo Mo. Your job is to take care of their daily life and ensure their absolute safety!"
"Yes, Mr. Leng!" The dozen people responded in unison.
Leng Zimo nodded, "Let’s begin!"
With his command, the dozen people imdiately dispersed, among them a man and a woman approached Luo Jun, "Young master, shall we go and play football?"
"I’m not called young master, my na is Mo Mo!" Luo Jun corrected them in a childish voice.
"You can just call him by his na," Leng Zimo said.
"Yes, sir!" The two imdiately agreed, and the young-looking girl extended her hand to Luo Jun with a smile, "Mo Mo, want to go play football?!"
Luo Jun looked at Luo Xiaoqian for approval, since they were strangers he had just t, he was still a bit wary.
"Go on." Luo Xiaoqian nodded at him with a smile, "Have fun with the uncles and aunties!"
Although Luo Jun was too young to understand, Luo Xiaoqian could see quite clearly that these people were definitely not ordinary workers, but bodyguards specifically hired by Leng Zimo to protect her and Luo Jun.
The middle-aged man courteously approached Luo Xiaoqian, "Madam, hello."
"His na is Ah Jiu!" Leng Zimo introduced, holding Luo Xiaoqian by the waist.
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