Soon, Mu Shaoxi darted in like a whirlwind, flinging the servants far behind him.
"Little Nuomi!"
Clutching a stuffed toy, Mu Shaoxi ran over pitter-pattering, "Look what brother has brought for you?"
Little Nuomi was about to struggle when she saw the Mu Shaoxi standing before her with a soft and cute Doraemon in his arms.
Mu Shaoxi tilted his little head slightly, "Little Nuomi, don't you like it?"
Qiao An patted Little Nuomi's head, "Little Nuomi, brother is talking to you. It's not good for children to not answer."
Only then did Little Nuomi extend a small paw to touch the Doraemon. Mu Shaoxi grinned and said, "I'm giving this to you!"
"Mommy..." Little Nuomi looked up, seeking Qiao An's opinion with her eyes.
"Your brother gave it to you, take it."
Little Nuomi stretched out her arms, took the Doraemon into her embrace, and said in a soft, tender voice, "Thank you, brother."
"No need to thank me."
