Why are they still going after her?
"The incident from three years ago is rather complicated, you'll know in time."
Mu Jingxi took her to the restaurant where Uncle Wang had already prepared breakfast.
"First have a seat and eat some breakfast, I'll go call Little Nuomi."
"Hey..."
Qiao An turned her head and stopped him, Mu Jingxi paused, his deep black eyes showing a hint of doting, "Hmm?"
Qiao An thought for a moment, then decided against it, shaking her head, "Never mind, go call Little Nuomi."
Five minutes later, Mu Jingxi entered the dining room carrying a drowsy Little Nuomi.
The little one was still rubbing her sleepy eyes, her little mouth pouting slightly, showing a bit of morning grumpiness.
"Mommy." Her milky voice was a bit listless, "Good morning."
"Good morning, Baobei," Qiao An got up to hold her but was avoided by Mu Jingxi, "You eat first, I'll feed Little Nuomi."
