She tiptoed to the study door, pressed her ear against the panel, and heard the sound of Lu Yin conducting a video conference with his executives inside.
Little Nuomi cracked a smile, turned around, and scurried back to the living room.
She snatched up Lu Yin's phone and slipped into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Her children's phone had been temporarily taken away by Lu Yin.
But in an oversight, he had forgotten his own phone.
Little Nuomi, familiar with the process, easily unlocked it—the wallpaper was a photo of Lu Yin, Little Nuomi, and Qiao An together.
A family of three, all smiling brilliantly.
"Mama's phone number is..."
Little Nuomi dialed Qiao An's number.
At that moment, in the Mu Family Main Building.
Jingxi suffered an injury on his back and was lying in bed recuperating, while Qiao An was downstairs.
Since he hadn't eaten dinner, having no appetite, Qiao An took the initiative to go downstairs and bring soup back up for him.
