Little Nuomi huffed, "And adults are always teaching Little Nuomi to be a polite child!"
Qiao An: "..."
Truly, even lying down, one gets hit!
She didn't do anything, yet somehow got lumped into the category of "you grown-ups".
Unable to contain her curiosity, she went upstairs to find Mu Jingxi.
"Mama, where are you going?"
"I'm going to find your dad."
"Little Nuomi wants to go too."
Little Nuomi excitedly tried to slide off the sofa, but Qiao An's single look stopped her. "Sit tight and don't move. Mama is going to call your dad down for dinner, he'll be down soon."
"Okay then." Little Nuomi obediently sat back down.
In the study, the fragrance of tea lingered in the air.
She gently pushed the door open and saw the man sitting upright on the sofa. His sharp profile held an indescribable solemnity.
She peeked her head in, cautiously calling out, "Husband?"
Upon hearing her, Mu Jingxi turned his head, gradually suppressing the sadness in his eyes. "Why did you come up?"
