Qiao An couldn't do it.
She had to catch it with her hands, and if he wasn't careful and fed it to her lips, he'd also get a disdainful roll of her eyes.
Mu Jingxi felt he was simply masochistic.
He lowered his voice, "Look, I'll feed you guys."
"Who wants you to feed us, tch."
Qiao An's disdain wasn't hidden in the slightest.
In capital letters and bold—disdain.
Xia Lin couldn't help but burst into laughter, and at once, a pillow came flying at him.
With quick reflexes, he caught it and looked innocently at Mu Jingxi, "Mr. Mu, what did I do wrong?"
Mu Jingxi slowly and methodically wiped the fruit knife with a napkin, "Your existence is the mistake."
Xia Lin: "..."
Mr. Mu, please spare me!
Time ticked by, second by second.
Suddenly, the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock.
Mu Jingxi turned his head and looked at the mother and daughter, "Little Nuomi, it's nine o'clock, time for your bath and rest."
