From his wedding to Qiao An, his perception of Lin Shuangshuang had changed quite a bit.
In short, she harbors no malice, so naturally he holds no hostility towards her.
If it weren't for her tonight, Mu Jingxi wouldn't have discovered the negligence of the two nannies.
"Then I'm relieved."
Lin Shuangshuang smiled, took Mu Shaoxi, and returned to the main building together.
In the children's room, Little Fantuan was still sound asleep.
Perhaps haunted by the shadows of Little Fantuan's crying, Little Nuomi stayed by the bedside, occasionally extending a finger to poke Fantuan's soft cheeks.
Only after confirming he wouldn't start crying did she feel at ease.
"Little Nuomi."
Little Nuomi swiftly turned her head, her eyes lighting up, "Daddy, you're back!"
Mu Jingxi, seeing her delighted expression, felt a pang of guilt, guilt towards his daughter and his son.
His son had fallen ill, yet he couldn't rush back immediately.
