"Thank you, Uncle Zimo." Luo Jun looked up with a small face, gazing at him. "May I give you a kiss on behalf of Mommy?"
In his home, there was a collection of all of Leng Zimo's music CDs and every movie he had starred in, which his mother often watched with him. The little Luo Jun couldn't guess his mother's thoughts and would ask her why.
Luo Xiaoqian could not tell him the truth, so she simply said that Leng Zimo was her idol, and that's why he wanted to give a kiss to his mother's idol on her behalf.
Upon hearing the little fellow's words, all the adults laughed.
"Of course, you can."
Leng Zimo smiled and leaned his face in.
Luo Jun puckered up his soft, mushy little mouth and planted a firm kiss on his face.
After adjusting the child seat's safety belt for him, Leng Zimo patted his little head, "Goodbye."
Standing up, he did not forget to remind John to be careful on the road in English.
