Mo Nanjue nodded, bent down, and picked up Nannan. The little guy, seeing him finally looking his way, was eager to celebrate, imitating Tong Ran by wrapping his chubby little arms around the man's neck.
Surprisingly, Mo Nanjue didn't push him away and let him cling on and lick him all over.
Knock knock knock—
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Mo Nanjue was instantly alert. Holding Nannan, he stood up, his hand already reaching for the dagger at his waist.
He couldn't figure out who would come so late.
Su Qingtian had just walked to the dressing room door; she turned around in surprise and looked at Mo Nanjue. Before she could do anything, there was a voice outside the door again, "It's me."
The two of them almost simultaneously recognized it as Mo Beiyan's voice.
Su Qingtian was stunned.
Mo Nanjue's eyes darkened, and soon shadows gathered.
He turned his head to glance at Su Qingtian.
