Instead of immediately diving into work like usual, Leng Zimo walked out of the study and saw Luo Xiaoqian holding hands with Luo Jun as they came up from downstairs.
Seeing the two of them, Leng Zimo immediately showed a gentle smile, "So, did you finish the call?!"
"Grandpa and Uncle Godmother all promised they would come to see the performance, you know." Luo Jun ran over, darting into Leng Zimo’s arms, and the little guy stood on tiptoe to look at the wound on his head, "Does Daddy’s wound still hurt?"
"It’s healed, of course it doesn’t hurt anymore." Leng Zimo replied with a smile.
The little guy carefully examined Leng Zimo’s wound, "Daddy’s scar is so cool; it looks like a bow!"
"Really?"
"Really, Mommy, come and see!" The little guy raised his small hand and traced the outline of Leng Zimo’s scar lightly, "The curved bow we saw at the museum today looks just like this."
Luo Xiaoqian came over and looked at the scar the little one was pointing to, "It really does a bit!"
"Daddy must have been a Great General in his past life." The little boy said with an innocent face.
"Of course, and that’s why in this life Daddy will protect you and Mommy well!" Leng Zimo laughed as he picked up the little one, "Let’s go, our little general, off to the bath we go!"
The family of three walked into Luo Jun’s room together, where Luo Xiaoqian helped the little one undress while Leng Zimo went into the bathroom to prepare the bathwater for him.
After undressing, Luo Xiaoqian led the towel-clad little one into the bathroom, and Leng Zimo handed over a small stool for Luo Xiaoqian to sit on while he personally bathed the little one.
What started as a regular bath eventually turned into a water-fight battle between father and son.


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