That makes no sense!
Has Mu Jingxi not returned to the Main Building yet?
Or has he not realized she's already left the Main Building?
Tangled in her emotions, Lu Yin, who had taken Little Nuomi to wash his hands, held the little one's hand and sat back down at their place.
"Baobei, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Yin watched her with interest, the smile in his eyes deep and insistent.
Qiao An put down her juice, her shimmering beautiful eyes flickering uncertainly, "Thinking? What about? What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Didn't we say French cuisine?"
Qiao An nodded awkwardly, "Oh."
Her head was tapped, and with a start, she looked up, glaring at him with indignation, "You hit my head again!"
"That's because you're asking for it."
"How am I asking for it?"
Little Nuomi turned his head, looking at Lu Yin and then at Qiao An, sighing like a little adult, "Papa, Mama, don't fight."
Lu Yin: "..."
Qiao An: "..."
Who, who's fighting?
