Instead of immediately diving into work like usual, Leng Zimo walked out of the study and saw Luo Xiaoqian holding hands with Luo Jun as they came up from downstairs.
Seeing the two of them, Leng Zimo immediately showed a gentle smile, "So, did you finish the call?!"
"Grandpa and Uncle Godmother all promised they would come to see the performance, you know." Luo Jun ran over, darting into Leng Zimo's arms, and the little guy stood on tiptoe to look at the wound on his head, "Does Daddy's wound still hurt?"
"It's healed, of course it doesn't hurt anymore." Leng Zimo replied with a smile.
The little guy carefully examined Leng Zimo's wound, "Daddy's scar is so cool; it looks like a bow!"
"Really?"
"Really, Mommy, come and see!" The little guy raised his small hand and traced the outline of Leng Zimo's scar lightly, "The curved bow we saw at the museum today looks just like this."
