Little Nuomi's skin inherited Qiao An's fair skin.
Delicate and pale, with a touch of strength, marks would appear on it.
Mu Jingxi looked at the red marks on her chubby face, feeling heartbroken, "Need to apply some ice."
Little Nuomi shook her head.
"Don't want to?"
Little Nuomi nodded.
Sighing, Mu Jingxi never expected that sending Little Nuomi back to the Main Building would cause her any grievance.
This is her home, who dared to throw her out?
If he had known, he would have let her stay in the hospital with Qiao An. At least, by Qiao An's side, she wouldn't be bullied.
Thinking of this, Mu Jingxi felt he couldn't tolerate it any longer.
He could tolerate many things, but when it comes to his wife and daughter, there was no tolerance.
This is his bottom line.
Immediately, Mu Jingxi picked up the phone and made calls to Zhou Junyi, Mu Chongming, and Mu Jingdong.
