The little guy still carried the scent of milk, with small arms and hands... Everywhere he touched was soft, as if a slight force would break him. Carefully tying the costu’s sash for him, Leng Zimo’s movents were gentle to the extre.
After changing clothes, he lifted Luo Jun onto the chair, helped him remove his shoes and socks, and inside the white cotton socks were small pink feet, each toe adorably perfect, with nails resembling delicate little shells.
Leng Zimo, who had always loved cleanliness, surprisingly felt no aversion in his heart. He knelt down, placing the little feet on his own knees, carefully taking out cloth socks to put on him, then slipping on the small black boots.
He lifted him down again, placed him on the ground, and ticulously adjusted the costu on the little guy until it was neat and proper. Leng Zimo scrutinized the little one’s makeover and nodded in satisfaction.
"Uncle knew all along that you are the most suited for this role!" He raised his hand to rest on the little guy’s shoulder and solemnly asked, "Mo Mo, do you know what a prince is?"
"It’s the Emperor’s son, right?"
"Indeed, now you are a prince, in the future you will beco the King. Do you know what a King is?"
"The most powerful person in the world."
"Right, the most powerful person in the world, everyone outside must obey you!" Leng Zimo stood up straight and demonstrated, "Like this, head held high, walk out."
He turned and pulled open the door.
Imitating him, the little guy puffed out his chest, raised both arms, and strode out of the dressing room.
Outside, the wardrobe assistant, upon hearing the changing room door open, imdiately turned her face.
"He’s out, he’s out!"
Hearing her voice, the assistant director and others waiting outside all turned their attention towards him.
Walking neither hurriedly nor slowly, Luo Jun strolled in front of everyone. The exquisitely embroidered black robe he wore fit perfectly, and his darker attire highlighted his jade-like complexion and delicate features.
The small figure, without any intentional false expressions on his face, naturally exuded a sense of nobility.
Leng Zimo followed him out, "They captured your dad and want to kill your mom, Mo Mo, what will you do?"
Not only captured dad but also want to kill his mom?!
Mo Mo’s little eyebrows furrowed imdiately, and an angry expression appeared on his little face, "I’d like to see who dares to kill my mom!"
Leng Zimo, pleased with his changing expressions, continued to guide him, "Among them, there is a spy, the one who betrayed your mom. Who do you think it is?"
Mo Mo raised his face, his clear and bright eyes scanning the people present one by one.
The door opened, and a person walked in slowly.
Seeing her, Mo Mo instantly raised his right hand, his little finger pointing directly at the newcor.
"It’s her!"
Everyone’s attention was focused on the little guy, not noticing soone had entered. Hearing his voice, everyone turned their gaze to see Seo Fei holding a stack of docunts and walking from the direction of the door.
Seeing the little guy in costu, Seo Fei was montarily stunned.
This little guy, why does he look so familiar?
"Why is it her?" Leng Zimo continued to ask.
"Because she wants to tear down my house, and she threatened to have the police arrest !" Luo Jun replied.
Surprised by the little fellow’s reply, Leng Zimo was stunned, "You know her?!"
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