Finally, the door of the office was knocked.
Leng Zimo stood up straight, and Zhou Ping hurried over to open the door.
Everyone’s eyes all turned in unison.
Outside the door stood a young boy.
About four or five years old, he was wearing a light-colored trench coat and a matching small hat, holding the hand of a man in white with one hand and casually putting the other in the pocket of his coat.
His delicate little face featured perfect facial features, and his large eyes were bright and intelligent.
Despite facing so many gazes, his deanor remained calm, without any hint of timidity, like a little gentleman.
Such elegance was purely innate.
Behind him stood two people, one in black and one in white, both dressed stylishly but with completely different manners.
Before this little boy, the two of them seed like re foils, as if there was sothing in him that naturally attracted everyone’s attention.
The people in the room, no strangers to the celebrity scene, were still amazed upon seeing this little boy.
"Mo Mo, welco to Emperor View." Leng Zimo walked over with a smile.
When the little boy saw him, his face lit up with a bright smile, "Uncle Zimo."
"Sorry, Mr. Leng, we’re not very familiar with the way, and there was traffic, so we arrived late," Mike apologized with a smile.
"No problem." Leng Zimo took Luo Jun’s little hand, "Co on."
Everyone, including Zhou Ping, was stunned.
What did he say?
No problem?!
The other party was late, and Emperor Leng said ’no problem’. This was absolutely unprecedented.
Leng Zimo, who always had a strong sense of ti and hated tardiness the most, had never cared about the status of the person arriving late. Even if it was just a minute, he would unapologetically tell them to ’get lost’. Was the sun rising from the west today?!
Leng Zimo turned his face and looked at the still-dumbstruck crowd, frowning slightly, "Get ready!"
"Yes, yes, everyone get ready!" Zhou Ping imdiately ca to her senses, "Quickly, bring the clothes over."
"Mo Mo." Leng Zimo squatted down, holding the little boy’s shoulders, warmly smiling, "Since it’s a bit late, we need to hurry. Let’s change clothes right now, okay?"
"Okay." Luo Jun nodded.
Leng Zimo stood up and led him to the dressing room. The stylist and assistants who were already prepared ca over with a children’s costu specifically made for this role.
Leng Zimo stood up, and the female assistant squatted in front of the boy, reaching out to unbutton his coat, "Little one, may I help you change clothes?"
"No!" The little boy nervously stepped back, "You’re won, I’m a man, you can’t see undress."
The stylist and female assistant all laughed, "Little boy, you’re still a boy, not a man yet, it’s okay."
"No." Luo Jun insisted, "Apart from Mom, none of you can watch."
Aside, Leng Zimo was about to walk out of the room but chuckled lightly at the little boy’s innocent voice. He imdiately turned back and walked into the dressing room, "Mo Mo, can Uncle help you change clothes?"
"Yes." The little boy nodded imdiately.
Leng Zimo gently waved his hand, "You all go out, I will help him change."
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Good night
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