Qiao An, for a moment, didn't know what to say. It was just a moment of impulsiveness that drove her to want to tell Little Nuomi the truth.
Now, as she comes to her senses, she feels a bit regretful.
Was it too hasty?
If she were to tell Little Nuomi now that Mu Jingxi is her biological father, what about Lu Yin?
Lu Yin has treated her as his own from the time Little Nuomi was born until now, and Little Nuomi is very reliant on Lu Yin. If she suddenly tells her this news, would she be unable to accept it?
Pinching Little Nuomi's cheeks, Little Nuomi pouted and asked in a muffled voice, "Mama, are you listening to Little Nuomi speak or not?"
"Um, I'm listening."
"Then why don't you answer Little Nuomi?"
Qiao An: "…"
She wants to answer, but she just doesn't know how.
Mu Jingxi stands where he is, the thrill and joy in his heart gradually cooling down.
Mu Jingxi lowers his head and plays with her chubby fingers.
