Tap tap tap.
Little Nuomi ran downstairs, shouting as she ran, "Papa~"
Qiao An looked up, "Little Nuomi, slow down."
"Okay!"
She promised with her mouth, but showed no signs of slowing down.
She ran to the front of the sofa, placed her hands on Qiao An's knees, looked up with her cute little face, and adorably asked, "Mama, where's Papa?"
"Your papa is..."
Before Qiao An could finish, Little Nuomi turned her head and saw Lu Meng crying. She was stunned.
She dashed to Lu Meng, "Aunt, why are you crying?"
Lu Meng shook her head, her tears that had just begun to stop started falling uncontrollably again.
"Auntie, don't cry."
Little Nuomi stood on tiptoes, stretching her arms to wipe her tears.
Lu Meng's emotions collapsed again, shaking her head wildly, "It's nothing, Auntie's fine, just feeling a bit down."
"Little Nuomi, your papa is in the yard, go find Papa."
Qiao An promptly redirected Little Nuomi to find Lu Yin.
