Little Nuomi affectionately rubbed her cheek against her, softly acting spoiled, "Mama kiss, kiss Little Nuomi."
"No kisses."
"Then Little Nuomi will kiss Mama!"
Little Nuomi lifted her head, holding her face with tiny paws, excitedly giving her two kisses on each cheek.
Qiao An was amused, and she grinned broadly, also laughing foolishly.
The mother and daughter were just about to leave the restroom when someone pushed the door open from outside.
Instinctively stepping aside, she looked up, and upon seeing the person, Qiao An's eyes instantly turned cold.
Seeing Qiao An, Lai Qinghuan was also very surprised. Her feelings about this half-sister who had stolen the man she liked and had Mu Jingxi's child were complicated.
Resentment prevailed.
This person, who should have been languishing in a hospital waiting to die, unexpectedly had the mood to dine out.
She looked radiant, nothing like someone waiting to die.
