Uncle?
Mu Jingxi began to find this appellation grating to his ears.
How wonderful it would be if Little Nuomi called him Daddy.
Everyone is greedy.
Once upon a time, Mu Jingxi was so excited he couldn't sleep when Little Nuomi called him uncle.
Now, with Little Nuomi by his side calling him uncle, he felt unsatisfied.
He hoped to be closer, hoped to hear her call him Daddy.
Daddy...
What a sweet sounding word.
Looking at Little Nuomi with tenderness, it softened a few degrees, "Little Nuomi..."
Little Nuomi blinked her long, curled eyelashes, her eyes twinkling, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
Without Qiao An's consent, he would never dare to tell Little Nuomi the truth.
His gaze toward Qiao An intensified, Mu Jingxi lowered his voice and asked, "Qiaoqiao, I know it's difficult for you when I ask this question. But still, I want to know, will you let Little Nuomi know that I am her biological father?"
