"Little Nuomi, where are you going?"
Lu Yin called out and then picked up his phone, "Baobei, what did you tell Little Nuomi?"
"Oh, I told her not to come looking for me."
Lu Yin: "..."
The one who could always handle Little Nuomi was her own mother.
"Lu Yin, what's wrong with Little Nuomi?"
Qiao An's voice was low and muffled; she likely didn't expect Little Nuomi to suddenly throw the phone to Lu Yin and stop talking to her.
Crying and sniffling.
Little Nuomi must be angry.
What to do, her little treasure was upset.
"Little Nuomi was so angry she ran back to her room to cry."
Qiao An's heart squeezed, "Then you help me coax her."
"What's in it for me?"
"You're her dad, what more do you want?!"
Lu Yin laughed out loud, already picturing her on the other end of the phone, grinding her teeth and going crazy with rage.
"Say you love me, and I'll go."
"Lu Yin, are you asking for a beating?"
"Baobei, hurry up."
