Little Nuomi's voice softly emerged.
The little one on the side saw everything clearly, she reached out her small hand, grabbed Qiao An's sleeve, and tugged a bit.
No reaction, she pouted and tugged again.
The next second, her little paw was tossed aside by Qiao An, who lay down in annoyance, pulled the covers over her head: "If you're mad, then be mad, hmph."
Little Nuomi crawled and crawled, climbed onto her, sat down, and huffed and puffed as she pulled the covers away to reveal Qiao An's head.
Qiao An's beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, "Qiao Xiaonuo, are you going to betray Mama?"
Little Nuomi tilted her little head, thought for a while, then shook her head, "Nope."
"You still need so much time to answer?"
Little Nuomi puffed out her cheeks, speaking with the authority of a little adult, yet her voice was still childlike: "Mama, when you do something wrong, you need to apologize. You haven't apologized to Uncle yet."
