"Let's go. If we don't go up now, Little Nuomi is going to flip the ceiling over."
Mu Jingxi smiled indulgently, "She won't."
"You're underestimating your daughter's home-destroying abilities."
Mu Jingxi was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly, "Little Nuomi is very well-behaved."
"Don't be fooled by her soft and cute appearance. Over the years, Lu Yin has had his home torn apart countless times by her."
"Is that so?" Mu Jingxi's voice rose, but there was a full sense of pride in it, what's that about?
He's proud that his daughter can wreck a home?
Really proud?!
Is that something to be proud of?!
In the hospital room, Little Nuomi was indeed angry.
Seeing the two of them walk in hand in hand, she stood on the sofa, her arms crossed in front of her chest, cheeks puffed out, looking very upset.
"Little Nuomi, what's wrong?"
Mu Jingxi let go of Qiao An's hand, wanting to hug his precious daughter.
