Lu Yin was on the phone with Uncle Lu Guohua, not sure what Lu Guohua said on the other end that made Lu Yin suddenly furious.
Little Nuomi standing at the door was startled by his shouting.
Her small hand accidentally pushed the door open.
The study door slowly opened, Lu Yin quickly turned around, his eyes gloomy, but when he saw that powdery little face, his anger subsided a bit, "Uncle, stop making decisions on your own. I will deal with my own matters."
He hung up the phone and walked towards Little Nuomi.
"When did Little Nuomi get here?"
His tone was still a bit stiff.
Little Nuomi tilted her head back, looking at her daddy, and suddenly pouted, stretching out her little hands.
"Daddy, a little lower."
Lu Yin bent down as she asked, lowering his head.
Her soft little hands covered his brow, gently smoothing out his furrowed brows.
