Just about to dial the phone, Qiao An called out with a complex feeling, "Hey..."
With a swoosh, the little one turned her head curiously and asked, "Mama, are you calling Little Nuomi?"
Qiao An: "..."
Could she say yes?
What was going on today? Didn't she hate Mu Jingxi for beating Lu Yin into serious injury?
Why... suddenly want to find Mu Jingxi?
"Mama, why aren't you speaking?"
Beckoning with her hand, Qiao An called to her, "Come here, Mama has something to tell you."
The little one, holding her children's phone, ran over eagerly.
"What do you want to say, Mama?"
Patting the spot beside her, Qiao An motioned for her to come close. Little Nuomi climbed onto the bed with hands and feet and sat cross-legged next to her.
She tilted her little head and asked sweetly, "Mama, what do you want to tell Little Nuomi?"
Qiao An found it a bit difficult to speak, placing a hand on her head and rubbing it twice, "Weren't you mad at Daddy? Why did you still call him?"
