"Sure!" Leng Zimo immediately agreed, and then, with a smile, he stroked her small head, "Hungry, right? Get up and have some breakfast!"
Even if she hadn't asked him to, he was already planning to meet Lu Hao and have a "good talk" with him.
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In a small restaurant not far from the Qingdao Municipal People's Hospital.
Lu Hao held a beer in his hand, smiling coldly as he placed his phone on the table.
Sitting across from him, Qiangzi with his bleached-yellow hair, tore off a piece of chicken, "Will Luo Xiaoqian come? She's a big star now, with such a badass husband."
"Don't worry, she'll definitely come," Lu Hao picked up some food, "I tell you, the person who understands Luo Xiaoqian best in this world isn't Leng Zimo, it's me. She's good in every way, just too soft-hearted. If I play the miserable card and beg her, how could she possibly not come?"
"Well, if it were me, I wouldn't come," Qiangzi said.