"It's okay."
Although he somewhat didn't understand why she knew he was Leng Zimo but deliberately pretended not to recognize him, Leng Zimo didn't intend to argue with her.
Even though her image was different from his imagined picture of Mother Mo Mo, he really liked this woman in front of him. Whether it was her face, her voice, or her somewhat incoherent way of speaking.
No wonder she could give birth to such a cute son; she herself was very cute.
His gaze was too intense, making her entire body feel uncomfortable. Biting her lip, Luo Xiaoqian spoke again, "Um... Mr. Leng, could you give me back my phone?"
Lowering his right hand, Leng Zimo hung up the phone and naturally took note of the "L" on the screen.
"L?" He lightly raised an eyebrow and looked at Luo Xiaoqian across from him, "Do you like to store names like this?"
"Ah… I just saved it randomly at that time," Luo Xiaoqian said casually.
