Qiao An was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She reached out and tapped Little Nuomi on the head. "Little Nuomi, aren't you going to let go?"
"Oh." The little guy released his grip.
He knowingly stood to the side, staring at them eagerly.
Wen Zhaoning at this moment truly believed Mu Jingxi's words. Little Nuomi was genuinely adorable, really very cute.
He wasn't exaggerating at all. The little one was soft and cuddly, just like a Nuomi dumpling, soft and adorable.
Adorable enough to strike directly at one's heart.
Qiao An saw Little Nuomi finally retrieve his little paws, then she apologetically looked at Wen Zhaoning, "Madame, I wonder what brings you here?"
"Nothing important. I heard from Jingxi that you were sick and I hadn't had the chance to visit you. Today I happened to have some free time, so I came by."
Wen Zhaoning's words indeed made Qiao An feel honored and surprised.
