He raised his hand, brushed the hair off the little one's face, and finally, got a clear view of the dirty little face.
There was a spare towel in the car, which Jiang Xun wetted with mineral water and handed to him, "Third Young Master, please wipe her face."
Taking the towel, Mu Jingxi clumsily wiped Little Nuomi's grubby cheeks.
Gradually, a fair and delicate little face was revealed.
The refined eyebrows and eyes, the cute upturned nose, the rosy little lips, their shape just like Qiao An's.
He was certain now, this was Qiao An's daughter without a doubt!
He closed his eyes and clenched the towel in his hand.
Not far from the residential area's gate, another group stood still, watching as Mu Jingxi and his group departed.
"What should we do, should we follow them?"
"Are you mad? Do you not know who that is? Following them would be a death wish!"
"We should report to the president."
