All those high-minded principles, in her view, clearly he was just jealous that she got to hold the little cutie, and he wanted to hold her himself!
What's with the excuses? If he said so directly, she wouldn't stop him from holding her. Was she really that petty?
She puffed out her cheeks, her eyes spinning, and Song Yunchi knew she must be overthinking things again.
He couldn't help but feel a bit at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He put down Little Nuomi, patted her little head, "Go on, give your aunt a hug. Otherwise, she'll get mad."
"Tch." Lu Meng immediately spoiled the mood, "I would never get mad at Little Nuomi, but I would get mad at you."
"Yes, yes, yes." Song Yunchi set the tray in his hand down, admitting helplessly, "You only get mad at me because I'm the most special to you."
Lu Meng was holding Little Nuomi, fervently kissing her soft and tender little face, not paying attention to what Song Yunchi was actually saying.
