Things seemed serious; Mu Jingxi, holding Little Nuomi, stepped forward, tightly grasped her wrist, and asked with concern, "What happened?"
"I need to return to the base immediately. There's a work matter that I need to handle."
"I'll take you."
Little Nuomi raised her hand, "Little Nuomi will also see Mommy off!"
"No need, Xia Lin will take me there. You should rest well. Little Nuomi, do you want to stay here and play with Uncle for a couple of days, or go back to the villa?"
Hearing Qiao An's question, Mu Jingxi subconsciously hugged Little Nuomi in his arms tighter.
Unwilling!
His face clearly spelled out his reluctance!
His precious daughter, whom he had barely just met and still hadn't hugged enough—why should she return to the villa?
This is her home, he is her father, and she is her mother; the three of them should be living together.
Little Nuomi's delicate little face wrinkled, and she lifted her tiny head, "Uncle, Little Nuomi can't breathe."
