Mu Jingxi hooked his lips into a light smile, "She probably wants to beat you up."
As soon as he heard about getting beaten up, Mu Shaoxi's pitch-black eyes suddenly widened, "Really? Really?"
Mu Jingxi routinely took pleasure in teasing his nephew, "Mmm."
Mu Shaoxi buried his scared little head into Mu Jingxi's neck, wailing, "Uncle, you have to protect Shaoxi!"
"Uncle has to protect her."
Qiao An looked at the delicate Mu Shaoxi and thought of her own sweetly crafted Little Nuomi, wailing inside... Why can't her broken phone make calls?
Then, hearing Mu Jingxi tease his nephew, she couldn't help but laugh mischievously.
Mu Shaoxi's eyes, black and white, were round and wide, "Mean auntie, what... what are you laughing at?"
"Laughing because you're cute," Qiao An wouldn't hold a grudge against a child; she stepped forward and stretched out her hand to pinch his soft cheek.
Wow... what a nice feeling.
