She touched her little neck and looked adorably at the caregiver, "Auntie~"
The voice was soft and sweet, with a drawn-out ending, instantly captivating everyone.
The caregiver asked with a smile, "Little Miss, is there anything you need?"
"Hee hee." Little Nuomi twiddled her fingers, feeling a bit embarrassed: "If Dad asks, Auntie, please don't say you saw Little Nuomi."
Upon hearing this, the caregiver understood.
Just now, the Third Young Master's low roar was heard throughout the West Wing.
Clearly, Little Miss had made another mistake and was going to be disciplined.
Just as Little Nuomi was negotiating with the caregiver, Mu Jingxi arrived.
He pushed open the door and stormed in, and Little Fantuan saw Dad and clapped happily.
With a smile that made her eyes curve, she appeared as soft and cute as a little sticky rice ball.
In a flash, Little Nuomi dove under the bed, squirmed like a caterpillar, and managed to get herself under there.
