"Little Nuomi." Qiao An picked up her cellphone, helplessly curling her lip. "I haven't finished my phone call yet."
"Little Nuomi?" A tender, indulgent warmth surfaced on the man's frosty expression.
He took her cellphone and spoke to the excited Little Nuomi on the other end, "Little Nuomi, it's uncle."
"Wow, is it really uncle? Are you not busy anymore?"
Previously, Mu Jingxi said he would be busy, and it might be a very long time before he could see her, which made Little Nuomi sad for a while.
Unexpectedly, he was no longer busy so soon, and Little Nuomi excitedly shouted, "Uncle, can Little Nuomi see you now?"
"Of course." Mu Jingxi's voice softened over and over, almost indulgingly asking, "Does Little Nuomi want to see uncle right now?"
"Yes!"
"Then, uncle will ask Uncle Jiang Xun to come and pick you up, is that okay?" His eyes full of doting, he gazed at Qiao An, "Your mommy is also here with uncle."
"Okay!"
Little Nuomi happily agreed.
