Mu Jingxi took the phone but wasn't in a hurry to put it away. Instead, he fiddled with it in his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised, asking with interest, "Are you done?"
"Yep, I'm done." Qiao An nodded gently, stepping forward to hold Little Nuomi's cheeks, squeezing them into a funny shape as she asked with a grin, "Did you miss Mommy?"
"I did!"
"Really?" Qiao An expressed doubt, "But you seem to be having a good time even without Mommy around."
Little Nuomi's pair of dark, beautiful eyes suddenly widened, her little head shaking like a rattle drum.
Eager to prove that she wasn't happy just because her mom wasn't there, she tried hard to squeeze out a sad little face.
Qiao An huffed, pinching her little cheek, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. Who asked for a mommy as generous and kind-hearted as me."
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Still going to continue tormenting his daughter?
Should he intervene, or should he hold back for now?
