Little Nuomi shook her head and clung tightly to his leg, "No, Little Nuomi wants to go too."
"Qiao Xiaonuo, let go."
"Qiao Xiaonuo won't let go!" Little Nuomi stubbornly thrust out her little neck, talking back with firm determination.
Lu Yin gave Lu Meng, who was watching the drama unfold with interest, a look. Lu Meng understood immediately, and with the speed of an arrow, she rushed forward and scooped up the bull-like little one into her arms.
With a mix of coaxing and deceiving, "Little Nuomi, you have to be good, okay? Your papa is going to meet your mama for something. He'll be back soon. If you go, you might just get caught by that silly Mu Jingxi, and then your mama won't be able to send you away even if she wants to."
"Who's the silly one?"
Amidst the conversation, Little Nuomi caught onto one key point.
That is, who's the silly one?
Lu Meng found herself in an awkward position and chuckled sheepishly.
"Is it Uncle?" Little Nuomi asked sincerely for clarification.
