After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 793 - 797: The Tones Are Extremely Similar

"Uncle Zimo!" Qin Wanwan immediately turned around and ran to him, grabbing his arm, "Xia Shang bullied Wanwan and Mo Mo, you have to avenge Wanwan and Mo Mo!"

"Wanwan, don’t talk nonsense." Huangfu Ruo was busy explaining, "Brother Zimo, it’s just a children’s quarrel, it’s nothing serious."

Several parents, upon seeing Zimo, all showed a look of surprise, not expecting him to attend.

The kindergarten where Luo Jun was enrolled was a high-end international class. Students who could study there were either celebrities or children of wealthy foreign merchants. Naturally, they all recognized Leng Zimo.

"Mr. Leng, it really is you!" Mother Xia Shang pulled Luo Jun away and approached Leng Zimo with her son in her arms, "This is the first time I have seen you in person, you are even more handsome than on TV. Xia Shang, stop crying, look, this is Uncle Zimo. Shall we take a photo with him, okay?"

Luo Jun was just a child, and he couldn’t stand her pushing him. His body swayed and he took several steps back, hitting a wooden rack with flowerpots on it. The rack shook, and the azalea on top immediately lost its balance and began to sway violently.

"Mo Mo."

Qin Wanwan cried out in alarm from Leng Zimo’s arms.

Zimo and the African American bodyguard, John, both rushed over in a hurry. Zimo, who was closer, took a quick step forward to stabilize the flowerpot, squatted down to put Qin Wanwan on the ground, and then carefully helped the little one up from the ground.

"Little buddy, are you okay?"

Luo Jun pursed his lips and gently shook his head, "Thank you, uncle."

Hitting his head on the rack naturally hurt, but he was trying hard not to cry.

Their gazes met, and Zimo clearly saw the bright tears in the little guy’s eyes, but he just pursed his lips, his little brows furrowed in pain, still holding back the tears. His stubbornness and strength painly touched Zimo’s heart.

Taking the little guy’s hand, he slowly stood up. When his gaze fell on Mother Xia Shang’s face, it already carried anger.

"Apologize!"

"Mr. Leng, I’m sorry, I... I really didn’t mean to," Mother Xia Shang said, trying to put on a smiling face, "I was just..."

Leng Zimo coldly interrupted her, "I want you to apologize to him."

Mother Xia Shang was taken aback. Xia Shang wasn’t Qin Wanwan’s classmate; he was only there because Xia Shang’s father knew Qin Lan, and upon hearing it was Qin Wanwan’s birthday, had specifically asked her to bring Xia Shang to celebrate. Her husband was also a very prestigious businessman in the Capital, and she had always considered herself an upper-class person. To make her apologize to a child was more than she could bear to her pride.

"Otherwise, let’s do this; I’ll have my driver take him to the hospital to check him out, or else, I’ll compensate him with money..."

Luo Jun’s voice rang out, not too loud or too low, "Our family doesn’t lack money."

"Well, that saves me the trouble!" Mother Xia Shang said, picking up Xia Shang and leaving, "Come, baby, let’s go home. I tell you, in the future don’t play with kids who have no manners because of their parents’ poor upbringing."

"Stop right there!"

Two men, one big and one small, shouted out at the same time.

Hearing the other’s voice, Luo Jun and Leng Zimo glanced at each other and then simultaneously turned their gaze toward Mother Xia Shang.

"You’re not allowed to leave!"

The voices of the two men were still in unison; not only were the words exactly the same, but even the tone was remarkably similar.

In the hall, all the parents, including Huangfu Ruo, turned their gaze toward Leng Zimo and Luo Jun.