Her mood seems to have dropped.
Qiao An could clearly feel it, and gave Little Nuomi a look—
Little Nuomi blinked, but didn't catch it.
Qiao An held her forehead, what happened to the deep mother-daughter bond?
Can't there be a little telepathy?
"Mommy, do you have a headache?" A small paw came over and touched her forehead.
Imitating a grown-up, she felt her forehead to check the temperature.
After feeling her forehead, she felt her own, muttering, "Not hot."
"Mommy's fine, no headache." Qiao An pinched her cheek and gave it a slight tug, "Mommy's going to make a call, you chat with Auntie for a while."
"Okay~" Little Nuomi readily agreed.
Just as she stood up, Situ Yunshu called out to her, Qiao An turned to look, not understanding.
"Qiao An, can I trust you?" She asked bluntly, without any beating around the bush.
After a moment of surprise, Qiao An realized what she meant.
She's worried.
Worried that she would talk to Mu Jingnan and reveal her whereabouts.
