"Yeah." The little guy looked excited, "I think that flying sword is awesome, much more handsome than Harry Potter's broom."
The little guy didn't know that those stunts were done by computers. At his age, he was naturally full of infinite curiosity about things like magic.
These new things are a big temptation. He doesn't quite understand what it means to make a movie. For the little guy, this is more like a novel game. What's more, there is Leng Zimo, this is very right.
Uncle Zimo, who has his appetite, is also very attractive to the little guy.
Looking at her son's excited little face, Luo Xiaoqian reminded her seriously, "Mo Mo, mom has to remind you that although making movies is fun, it can also be very tiring. And... mom is very busy recently and may not be able to accompany you to the studio for filming.
You can only ask Uncle John to accompany you."
"What about Uncle Zimo? Will he be there?" the little guy asked.
Luo Xiaoqian is busy with work and is not by his side all the time. The little guy is used to being separated from his mother and will not feel timid because of her absence.
"Uncle Zimo is very busy, but he is the producer of the movie and should go to the studio often. And if you become his little actor, you will have more opportunities to see him in the future."
Luo Xiaoqian really wanted her son to have a happy childhood. She didn't want him to enter the entertainment industry at such a young age, but this was Leng Zimo's movie, and she hoped she could help him.
Sooner or later, the father and son will get to know each other. As a mother, she, of course, hopes that the father and son can communicate with each other as soon as possible.
However, Luo Jun still had to agree to this matter. She wanted to help Leng Zimo, but she didn't want to force her son.
"Then can we call Uncle Zimo?" Luo Jun asked.
Luo Xiaoqian took out her mobile phone and called up Leng Zimo's phone number. After dialing, she directly turned on the speaker and handed the phone to the little guy. She really didn't have much courage to talk to Leng Zimo.
Just one breath from that man was enough to make her panic.
The call was quickly connected, and Luo Jun immediately reported his name politely.
"Uncle Zimo, hello, I am Momo."
"Hello Momo, does your head still hurt?"
Leng Zimo's voice came out immediately, with a hint of concern in his gentle tone.
"The pain has stopped a long time ago. I heard from my mother that you want to make a movie with me, right?"
Leng Zimo smiled and asked, "Yes, do you want to come?"
"Will I have that flying sword?" the little guy asked expectantly.
"A flying sword, do you call it a flying sword?" Leng Zimo chuckled, "Of course, not only will you have your own flying sword, but you can also fly around in the air."
"Really?! That's great!" the little guy cheered, "Then I'm going."
Leng Zimo's tone also showed joy, "Okay, can you please give the phone to mom?"
Luo Xiaoqian took a breath and tried to keep her voice calm, "Hello, Mr. Leng, I am Mo Mo's mother."
"Have you decided to let Momo participate in my movie?" Leng Zimo asked.
"Yes." Luo Xiaoqian glanced at her son, "I respect his decision."
"Okay, tomorrow you take the time to take him to Imperial Vision. We will help him take makeup photos to see the effect, and then we will discuss the specific terms of cooperation with you. Do you have any requirements for our company?"
