Mu Jingxi's brows raised slightly, truly just as hard to please as Qiao An.
Little Nuomi reluctantly opened her arms, and Mu Jingxi bent down to scoop her into his embrace.
A scent of milk wafted over, and the little one's tiny arms were already consciously wrapped around his neck.
It seemed like a subconscious reaction, not shy at all with strangers.
Mu Jingxi's body stiffened as he kept reminding himself that this was Qiao An's daughter.
After a brief moment of stiffness, he suppressed the anger in his heart and carried Little Nuomi into the house.
The servants were all startled into silence when they suddenly saw the young master carrying a delicate little girl into the house.
Whose daughter is this?
The servants' eyes collectively focused on Little Nuomi's face, and suddenly, they all snapped back to reality. Could this be Miss Qiao's daughter?
She's the spitting image of her!
Too similar!
It's as if they were cast from the same mold!
