"Little Nuomi is here, let me go now!"
Qiao An lowered her voice, issuing a soft warning.
Mu Jingxi pressed his lips together in displeasure, his deep and cold eyes fixed on her for a long time before he finally let her go.
The moment she was free, Qiao An immediately slipped to the door and yanked it open, "Little Nuomi."
Little Nuomi had not yet realized what was happening when she was scooped into an embrace, and by the time she regained her senses, she was already being carried away.
With her little head resting on Qiao An's shoulder, Little Nuomi waved at Mu Jingxi, "Bye-bye, Uncle~"
Mu Jingxi curled his lips into a cold smile. Did she really think she could escape from under his watch?
He leisurely picked up his phone, "Jiang Xun, stop her."
"Yes, Third Young Master."
Downstairs, just as Qiao An was about to get into the car, she was intercepted by Jiang Xun.
He stood in front of Qiao An, smiling, "Miss Qiao, our Third Young Master would like a word with you."
