Although there was no direct answer, the conclusion was already clear.
It seems there was none.
Qiao An glanced at Mu Jingxi. Oh no, she seemed to have touched on her second brother's sore spot. What should she do?
Successfully receiving his wife's plea for help, Mu Jingxi gave her a reassuring look, signaling her not to worry.
Hasn't Second Brother seen all sorts of storms and waves? Would he really be beaten down by such a small matter?
"Second Brother, I think you've been staying in this yard for quite a while now, right?"
Mu Jingnan raised his eyes and gave him a cold look, "You sure talk a lot!"
Little Nuomi blinked blankly, looked at Mu Jingnan, then turned her head to look at Mu Jingxi.
Finally, she reached out her little paw and lightly patted Mu Jingnan's hand, "Second Uncle, don't scold Dad."
Don't be fooled by her small size, she's inherited the family trait of protecting her own!
She couldn't stand him saying even one thing about her dad.
