The little one's eyes and nose were still red, suggesting she had just been crying not long ago.
"Uncle, how do you play this?" Her soft baby voice carried a heavy nasal tone, tugging at the heartstrings.
The guard said, "Third Young Master, Mr. Lu is here."
Little Nuomi darted forward, reacting even faster than Mu Jingxi. Her small figure slipped off the sofa like a quick little loach.
She vigorously stretched her tiny legs and ran toward Lu Yin.
"Daddy!"
The baby-like voice sounded as heavenly as a melody. Leaning down, Lu Yin opened his arms and securely wrapped her in his embrace.
Having just cried, Little Nuomi's eyes were still swollen, and her little mouth pursed unhappily.
Her small arms tightly hugged Lu Yin's neck, as if scared he might run away.
"Be good; tell Daddy what happened?"
Over the phone, she had been crying non-stop, making it impossible for him to gather any useful information.
