Jumping off the bench, she walked away a few steps.
She glanced warily at Mu Jingxi, who was sitting on the bench, helplessly chuckling, "Uncle is just sitting here, not going anywhere, and won't listen to your call."
Little Nuomi moved away a bit more, cautiously instructing, "Uncle, don't eavesdrop."
Mu Jingxi watched her with a smile, "Uncle can't hear."
Only then did Little Nuomi feel assured enough to call Lu Yin.
Regardless of what time it was abroad for Lu Yin, she eagerly pressed Lu Yin's number and called.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, "Hello?"
"Daddy, it's Little Nuomi."
Lu Yin was both amused and exasperated; she was increasingly fond of using Mu Jingxi's phone to call him. Hearing the slight grievance in her voice, he laughed and asked, "Baobei, what's the matter?"
"Daddy, Mama is bad!"
"Hmm?" Lu Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong with Mama?"
"Mama said, Mama said..." Little Nuomi murmured, taking ages to finish a sentence.
