"Who is his daughter?"
Little Nuomi resignedly drooped her head and went to placate her papa.
Half an hour later, Little Nuomi returned, defeated.
Lying on the sofa, "Waa waa waa... Little Nuomi can't do it, mama, it's better if you go."
"Alright, mama will take care of it."
In the yard, she found Lu Yin, who seemed to be on the phone, his brow furrowed as if surrounded by lingering worries.
After he hung up, Qiao An approached him, "What's up today, you don't seem to be in a great mood?"
"Nothing."
Lu Yin didn't want to say much, and Qiao An chuckled, "You think you can hide it from me? You clearly look angry; how is it possible that nothing is wrong?"
The two of them grew up together, she could read him like a book.
Especially now, his face clearly showed unhappiness.
Yet he stubbornly claimed nothing was wrong.
How could there be nothing?
He just didn't want to talk about it.
Lu Yin pinched the bridge of his nose, lamenting, "I can't hide anything from you."
