"What, you want to go back?"
"Uh-huh." Her grape-like big eyes twinkled as she clutched his pant leg, "Where's Little Nuomi's phone?"
"I can't give it to you now."
"Why?" Little Nuomi had an expression like she'd been hit with ten thousand points of damage.
Mu Jingnan just smiled without saying anything, of course he was afraid she'd contact Mu Jingxi to come and take her away.
"Second Uncle, Little Nuomi doesn't like you anymore."
"Why?" Mu Jingnan pinched her little cheek, half amused, half exasperated.
"Just don't like is don't like."
"Do you like Auntie then?"
Little Nuomi furrowed her small brows, a bit conflicted, "Little Nuomi doesn't know."
"Like means like, don't like means don't like, what's 'don't know'?"
Little Nuomi lifted her eyes with a hint of grievance, glancing at him, "A tiny bit of like, but also a tiny bit of dislike."
"Why like, and why dislike?"
