After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 830 - 834 My Name is Leng Zimo

"Yes, I picked it up." Leng Zimo looked at the smile on her lips and lightly pursed his own. "But, I don’t have it on me right now."

"No worries, you can keep it for now... I mean, you can hold onto it, and I’ll get it back later." After all, what’s hers is his, if it’s with him, it’s the same thing. "I’ll be going now."

"You haven’t asked for my phone number yet." Leng Zimo reminded her from behind.

Luo Xiaoqian, you’re such an idiot!

Silently cursing herself, Luo Xiaoqian turned back to him with a somewhat recovered expression. "Would you mind giving me a business card?"

Leng Zimo took a business card from his pocket and handed it to her.

Luo Xiaoqian took the card, pretended to glance at it, "Alright, see you then."

"Wait." Leng Zimo called out just as she turned around.

Luo Xiaoqian turned back, puzzled. "Is there something else?"

"Do you... really not recognize me?"

Leng Zimo’s eyes narrowed slightly, the look in his eyes intensely probing, as if trying to see right through her.

The smile on Luo Xiaoqian’s lips froze for a moment, did she reveal something?!

"My name is Leng Zimo." He said.

"I saw, it’s written on your card..." Suddenly, Luo Xiaoqian understood and her face feigned a surprised look. "Leng Zimo, you... you are Leng Zimo. I am so sorry, I... I didn’t recognize you... you... you look different from on TV, well, not really, just didn’t expect it to be you..."

She really was an idiot, how could she forget who he was?

This name, this face, how could she not recognize him?

Leng Zimo mistook her panic for a normal civilian reaction, any woman suddenly recognizing him would be flustered, that was not surprising.

"Yours."

"Mine?" Luo Xiaoqian didn’t get it, "What of mine?"

Leng Zimo extended his palm, "Your business card."

Business card?!

"Ah... I..." Luo Xiaoqian opened her handbag and pulled out a card, handing it to him. "Sorry, I don’t have one."

Leng Zimo didn’t relent, "Your phone."

She had just made a call in front of him, she couldn’t say she didn’t have it, could she?

Reluctantly, Luo Xiaoqian handed him her phone.

Taking her phone, Leng Zimo efficiently dialed a number, and then his own phone in his pocket started buzzing.

"No!"

Realizing what he was doing, Luo Xiaoqian hurried forward to retrieve her phone.

He raised his hand, and she missed it.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Leng Zimo glanced at the display showing "Sissi," then looked at the small woman standing before him, his gaze became more scrutinizing.

"You’re Mo Mo’s mom?!"

Luo Xiaoqian, oh Luo Xiaoqian, you’re such an idiot!

Luo Xiaoqian laughed awkwardly, "Ah, yes, that’s me. Mr. Leng, don’t misunderstand, I... I didn’t mean anything, I was just... so surprised... I was a bit flustered... So, don’t mind me..."

No wonder her voice sounded so familiar, so she was Mo Mo’s mom.

He assumed a mother of a four-year-old would be more mature and stable, but to find out, she was such a young girl was unexpected.

How old was she?

22? 23?

She couldn’t be more than 25, truly a young mother.