"Okay, I'll listen to them when I come back," Luo Jun hopped off the bed, carefully putting his records back on the record shelf.
His shelf was nearly filled with a hundred vinyl records, all of which had been air-shipped from the United States just two days ago, arranged by himself, one by one.
Unlike other children's rooms filled with toys, the most abundant things in this little guy's room were records.
After putting away the vinyl, he put on his shoes, and the mother and son finally went downstairs together.
Stepping outside the door, Luo Xiaoqian squatted down and once more straightened his little suit.
"If there's a dispute with the other kids, remember to control your temper, okay?"
She wasn't worried about other things; the only concern she had for the little guy was his temper. Little Luo Jun's personality was almost identical to Leng Zimo's; when he lost his temper, even she would be troubled.
"I promise I won't lose my temper," Luo Jun assured her earnestly.
