Mu Jingxi didn't believe it.
Qiao An narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, "Hey, hey, hey, what's with that 'I abuse Little Nuomi' look in your eyes?"
"Little Nuomi, tell Uncle, did you do this voluntarily?"
"Damn it!" Qiao An grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "How dare you doubt me!"
With quick reflexes, he caught the pillow and held it in his arms, Mu Jingxi let out a low, deep chuckle, "Alright, I believe you."
Her bristling furiously was particularly beautiful.
A dazzling face, now even more delicate and lovely.
Qiao An couldn't be bothered with him anymore, she lay on her side, holding Little Nuomi, who nestled in her arms with a soft and tender voice, began to tell a story.
"The radish fairy flew up to the sky, guess what she saw? It turns out, the radish fairy saw Sister Baicai was..."
The little one's flight of fancy with her story made Mu Jingxi can't help but to be amused.
He found that Qiao An really hadn't lied.
