The first thing she asked was about Little Nuomi, "How is Little Nuomi?"
"She's had an IV drip and has fallen asleep."
The man's voice was low and deep, slightly hoarse.
Qiao An was very worried, as Little Nuomi had always been healthy and rarely fell ill.
This time, the fever hadn't subsided, which made her inevitably worried.
"I'll go see Little Nuomi tonight."
Mu Jingxi glanced at the sleeping Little Nuomi; if she came over tonight, it would mean she'd have less time to rest.
After a moment's thought, he said, "I'll take Little Nuomi to the base, so you don't need to come over in person."
"Okay."
Without any extra words, she hung up the phone.
Mu Jingxi seemed already accustomed to her indifference and cold attitude, and after putting down the phone, his deep eyes reflected his far-reaching thoughts, as his long fingers toyed with the phone...
At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Jingxi took Little Nuomi back to the space base.
