After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 815 - 819: Try Stepping on it Again

"Hmph!" The little guy turned his face to the side, "Tearing down other people’s homes, you’re all bad people. I don’t want to be in your crappy movie about bad guys..."

Saying that, he started to pull at his costume, tearing open the belt, yanking off the robe and throwing it to the ground. Not feeling satisfied, he stomped on it heavily twice.

"Stop it!"

Leng Zimo was angry too.

This costume was custom-made by the company at great expense. The patterns on it were all hand-embroidered. Not only was it costly, but it also took time to complete. If it got damaged, it would take a long time to make a new one.

Shoving Mike aside, he grabbed the little guy’s arm.

"Try stepping on it again?"

The little guy’s arm hurt from his grip, but he wasn’t afraid. Looking up at Leng Zimo, he lifted his small foot and stomped heavily on the robe on the ground again, even twisting his toe to make the beautifully embroidered robe crumple.

The two of them looked at each other, both faces filled with anger.

Luo Jun’s big eyes welled up with tears, but his small mouth was pressed tight as he tried hard not to let the tears fall.

Looking at Leng Zimo, his eyes were filled with anger, but more so with grievance.

He thought Uncle Zimo would stand by his side like last time. He never expected that he would team up with the bad woman to bully him.

John, seeing Leng Zimo grabbing Luo Jun, got anxious and, forgetting about Seo Fei, let go of her and charged towards Leng Zimo.

"John!"

Mike shouted urgently, rushing over to block him.

Looking at the little guy’s tearful eyes, Leng Zimo’s heart softened instantly.

Releasing his tight grip on his arm, he knelt down and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a distinct handprint on the little guy’s fair skin.

He felt a pang of heartache.

"Did Uncle hurt you?"

Mo Mo pressed his small lips tightly, not making a sound.

"I’m sorry, Uncle apologizes."

Everyone, including Zhou Ping, was surprised. Seo Fei, however, spoke up in displeasure, "President Leng, you’re spoiling him too much. This kid has no manners..."

"Shut up!"

Both men, big and small, turned their faces to her and shouted angrily.

"You... you..."

Seo Fei was so angry she was about to explode, but couldn’t lash out at Leng Zimo.

"Mo Mo." Leng Zimo gently held the little guy’s face, "Can you forgive Uncle?"

Looking at his face, Luo Jun hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Mom said that’s her home. If it’s demolished, we won’t have a home anymore. My mom can give you money, no matter how much. Can you give us back Grandma’s house?"

Facing such a small face, Leng Zimo couldn’t refuse.

"Alright."

"A man’s word is his bond?"

"Uncle keeps his word."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Luo Jun broke into a smile and hugged him with his small arms, "That’s great, Mom will be so happy. Our home is saved..."

"President Leng..." Seo Fei was on the verge of going insane. That was an entire project worth at least fifty million in profits. He changed his mind just because of a child’s words. She rushed over, speaking urgently, "All the documents are ready. This project alone has at least fifty million in profits, you..."