Little Nuomi was angrily demanding that he hand the phone over to Qiao An, she wanted to speak to her mama.
Helplessly, Mu Jingxi had to hand the phone over to Qiao An.
Qiao An touched the tip of her nose, "Baobei, are you looking for mama?"
"Mama!" A voice both angry and frustrated came through, "How can you abandon Little Nuomi? Is Little Nuomi no longer your most cherished baobei?"
"Yes, yes, yes, of course you are!"
"Then why are you abandoning Little Nuomi?" The little one's voice took on a crying tone.
Qiao An felt a wave of guilt sweep over her, and she looked somewhat helplessly at Mu Jingxi, silently asking what to do.
Mu Jingxi took the phone, "Little Nuomi, you misunderstood."
"Misunderstood what?"
"Daddy has work to deal with, your mama is just accompanying daddy for work."
Qiao An stood by admiringly, watching him.
Who would've thought!
Lying so smoothly without turning red or losing his breath.
