"Be good, keep sleeping."
The little guy turned over, his short legs draped over the quilt, and fell back asleep.
Mu Jingxi got up, and just as he opened the door, he bumped right into Qiao An who was about to push the door open.
"What are you doing here?" Qiao An was surprised.
"Why can't I be here?" Mu Jingxi raised his eyebrows and gave a playful smile.
This is his daughter's room, why shouldn't he be here?
Qiao An waved her hand, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Move aside, I need to go in."
"What for?"
"To take Little Nuomi away."
"Take my daughter away?"
Qiao An didn't like the sound of that. She looked up, glaring at the man with an old-fashioned demeanor, "Comrade Mu Jingxi, please get it clear, she's my daughter too, okay? She's the Baobei I carried for ten months and gave birth to, and now I want to take her away, so do you have a problem?"
"She's asleep."
"I'll go wake her up."
