She gave her a look, signaling her to hurry up. Your husband has been scared out of his wits by you!
Better hurry and coax him!
"Husband, I was wrong."
Qiao An held Mu Jingxi's cold hand and felt something was off with the temperature. She hurriedly looked up, "Husband, why are your hands so cold? Are you very cold? Let me warm them for you."
She was outright fawning!
She clasped Mu Jingxi's hands with both of hers, diligently rubbing them, trying to warm him with her own temperature.
Mu Jingxi coldly pulled his hand back, "I'll go get you something to eat."
He tossed out a cold statement and walked away.
Qiao An pouted helplessly, touching Little Nuomi's chubby face, "Baobei, your dad is ignoring momma now."
"So what should we do?"
"Quick, go help momma cheer him up."
"Okay!" Little Nuomi, receiving the order, turned around and chased after him.
