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 demeanor 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 seemed like mere foils, as if there was something 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, welcome 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, "Come on."
Everyone, including Zhou Ping, was stunned.
What did he say?
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 immediately turned back and walked into the dressing room, "Mo Mo, can Uncle help you change clothes?"
"Yes." The little boy nodded immediately.
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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