The servant ran in, out of breath, "Not good, Third Young Master, the young miss and Young Master Shaoxi are about to start fighting!"
What?
Mu Jingxi's heart sank abruptly as he extended a hand, "Jiang Xun, quickly help me out!"
"Yes, Third Young Master."
On the lawn, Mu Shaoxi held Lightning, refusing to let go. His exquisite little face puffed up indignantly, "This is Shaoxi's!"
"This is Little Nuomi's Diandian!" Little Nuomi couldn't get hold of Lightning and stomped her feet in frustration.
The little one was adorably cute; even her indignant stomping was brimming with charm.
After Mu Jingxi came out, Mu Shaoxi cracked a smile, "Little Uncle!"
Little Nuomi turned her head and huffed, calling out as well, "Uncle!"
The two little darlings, one slightly older than the other, used the same babyish voice, with the latter sounding even softer and cuter.
