Leng Zimo didn’t like noise. In his impression, children meant noise, willfulness, crying... all negative adjectives.
But from the first moment he saw Mo Mo, he liked the child.
That little guy completely overturned his impression of children.
He was sensible and polite, strong and didn’t like to cry. Although he could be more stubborn than him when he got angry, that kind of perseverance was precisely to his liking, especially the love and steadfastness the little guy had for his mother, which was exactly like the love he had for his own mother back then...
Looking at that little guy, he vaguely saw his childhood self.
Mother Mo Mo was raising him alone, it mustn’t be easy. He really wanted to do something for this child.
"What?"
Luo Xiaoqian asked, surprised.
Hearing the surprise in her voice, Leng Zimo realized he had been too direct and quickly explained, "Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean anything else. I genuinely like this child, so I want us to take care of him together. Maybe I could let him be my godson..."
He was Mo Mo’s biological father, how could he be his godfather.
"No way..." Luo Xiaoqian instinctively denied, realizing she was too agitated, she hurried to cover it up, "Mr. Leng, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t appreciate your goodwill, it’s just... I don’t want you to be his godfather. I mean... it wouldn’t be fair to you. What I’m trying to say... I... I mean... I don’t want to reject you. Do you understand?"
God knows, she absolutely didn’t want to reject him, she was just too flustered, that’s why she said no.
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to salvage the situation, but the more she explained, the more confused she became, stammering, not even knowing what she was saying.
"I understand." Leng Zimo interrupted her.



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