Little Nuomi rolled over with a plop and sat up, staring blankly at a spot as she carefully confirmed, "Per… perfume auntie?"
Lin Qinqin was annoyed too. Everything had been fine, so why did she have to help him answer the call.
Now she'd made things a bit awkward for herself.
"Little Nuomi, I'll let your daddy answer the phone, okay?"
After saying that, she stretched the phone out, not caring whether the man was driving or not, and just let him take the call.
Lu Yin freed one hand, gave a low laugh, and took the phone. "Hello."
"Daddy?"
"Mm, it's daddy."
Little Nuomi flopped back down and rolled all over the bed. "Daddy, are you with perfume auntie?"
He turned his head to the side, slanting a glance at Lin Qinqin. "Mm."
He asked with interest, "How come you have time to call daddy?"
This little heartless thing hadn't called him in a long time.
At the mention of that, Little Nuomi finally remembered the real reason she'd made this call.
"Hehe."
