"Wuwuwu." Jiujiu cried so sadly that her entire face turned pink.
The man, who had been standing at the door silently, frowned. He pushed the half-opened door back again and closed it. Then, he walked over.
"Jiujiu." Just as Jing Muchen's voice rang out and his hands had yet to move, the little girl immediately turned around and turned her back to him. She hugged Su Ruowan's neck tightly with both hands and leaned her face on her shoulders, crying even louder.
Su Ruowan glanced at Jing Muchen with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes. She then carried her daughter to the sofa and sat down. She stretched out her hand to take a few tissues and carefully wiped the tears on her daughter's face.
"Baby, did you have a nightmare? Mommy is here. Don't be afraid." Su Ruowan guessed for a long time and could only think of this reason.
"Mommy." Jiujiu coyly shouted, and her two thin little arms hugged Su Ruowan's neck tightly, as if she was declaring her autonomy.
