This sight startled Mu Jingnan.
He put away his smile, leaned over to take Little Nuomi into his arms, and asked with a solemn expression, "Who bullied you?"
Little Nuomi tearfully told him it was Lin Shuangshuang.
Mu Jingnan's expression changed slightly, then he smiled and comforted her, "Don't cry, let's call your dad in a bit."
Little Nuomi thought that made sense.
She buried her little head in his chest, sniffled, and when she lifted her head again, her face was tear-free. She obediently said, "Little Nuomi won't cry."
Mu Jingnan's heart softened, and he couldn't help but wonder, if that child hadn't been lost, would they be as adorable as Little Nuomi?
"Good girl."
He carried Little Nuomi back to the West Wing, and after she calmed down, he let her call Mu Jingxi.
As soon as the call connected, Little Nuomi began to sob.
The way she called "Daddy" was filled with choking sobs.
Mu Jingxi's heart clenched tightly, "Little Nuomi, what's wrong?"
"Daddy..."
