Luo Jun lifted his face, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Can I see him again?"
"Of course, you definitely can." Luo Xiaoqian nodded earnestly, "Mom guarantees it!"
"Okay." The little guy immediately smiled with satisfaction.
Although John and Uncle Mike were around, he still liked Leng Zimo the most, because that man was Chinese like him. His mom had said that his dad was also Chinese. He guessed that his dad must be tall and handsome like Uncle Zimo, with big warm hands and a warm chest that smelled like chocolate.
The little guy fell asleep. Seeing the smile on his delicate face, Luo Xiaoqian gently got up, kissed his forehead, and her gaze fell on his pink lips. She bent down again and kissed them lightly.
She turned off the bedside lamp and watched him in the dark for a while before finally getting up and walking out the door. In the hallway, John had already changed into loose sportswear.
"How is MOMO?"
