"Little Mousey?" Lu Xiaoqian was flustered.
Isn't it a little outfit?
Yan Mingqiu's mouth twitched, and just then, the ringtone of a nearby phone went off. He reached out to answer it, "Hello, Nancheng."
"..."
Glancing at the grandson who kept reaching out to grab Lu Ziheng, Yan Mingqiu said with a smile, "Xiaoqian is doing fine, you want to talk to him? Okay."
"..."
After listening to the other side, Yan Mingqiu squatted down, holding the phone and negotiating with Lu Xiaoqian, "Xiaoqian, Daddy is on the phone, do you want to listen?"
Lu Xiaoqian blinked his pretty big eyes, then...
"No, no, no!"
After saying that, he shook his little head and turned around, running towards Lu Ziheng with all his might.
Inside the lounge on the phone end, Lu Nancheng's face darkened even more.
This cheeky brat.
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