So, Little Nuomi... isn't a bad kid, oh.
Qiao An directly took Little Nuomi back to the guest room, which was Little Nuomi's room.
After the mother and daughter lay down, Little Nuomi wanted to video call daddy.
Mu Jingxi returned to his bedroom and called a doctor to change his dressing after taking a shower.
After changing the dressing, he found himself inexplicably walking up to the door of the guest room.
The light was still on, and he could faintly hear Little Nuomi's voice.
Mu Jingxi held his breath and listened intently; the little one seemed to be narrating a story—he only heard Little Nuomi's voice and not Qiao An's.
He held the doorknob and quietly opened the door a crack.
Little Nuomi lay next to Qiao An, her small mouth weaved a fanciful tale, while Qiao An beside her had obviously fallen asleep.
"Mommy, are you asleep?"
Little Nuomi stretched out her tender index finger and poked Qiao An's face, but Qiao An didn't respond.
