"Little Nuomi never wants to see you again! Hmph!"
"Why?" he asked in a deep, hoarse voice.
There was a dull pain radiating from his heart, which he tried to suppress and restrain, not letting his voice betray even a hint of anguish.
"You hurt Nuomi's beloved Daddy. Nuomi hates you!"
Little Nuomi hung up the phone. When he tried calling back, the number had already been disconnected.
This phone was a pink children's phone he had prepared for her.
Even the number was handled by him personally, ending in 520, symbolizing that he loved her.
Now, the number had become an empty line.
Is it ironic?
Mu Jingxi slowly put down the phone, feeling inexplicably bitter.
Qiao An didn't like him, Nuomi hated him, Qiao An wanted to divorce him, Nuomi didn't want to see him...
All the worst things had come.
Leaning back in the chair, he let his weight fall backward, covering his eyes with one hand.
No one could see his expression, and no one knew what his mood was like at that moment...
