She was indeed a thoroughly negligent mother.
"Let Little Nuomi take the call!"
"Are you sure?"
Qiao An's face was full of anger, "I'm sure."
Alright, since that's the case, let it be as she wishes.
The children's phone was returned to Little Nuomi; she held it preciously, and called out pitifully, "Mama."
"Mama is here, be good, don't cry anymore."
"Mama, can Little Nuomi sleep with Mama tonight?"
This...
Have to admit, Mu Jingxi was indeed foresighted.
He seemed to have predicted that Little Nuomi wanted her to come back, so he took away Little Nuomi's phone, not letting her continue speaking to her.
Sure enough, once Little Nuomi spoke up, she couldn't refuse.
There was work to do tomorrow, the rest time was already just enough, and with this back and forth, it took up quite a lot of time.
The time for rest became even less.
"Hello? Mama, are you listening? Calling Mama..."
