Mu Jingnan crossed his arms in front of his chest, "What else?"
"Aunty said... said..."
A lightbulb flashed in her head, she remembered, "Aunty said bad Uncle, you're a toad wishing to eat swan meat!"
Little Nuomi felt quite proud of herself, a tender, fleshy index finger pointing at Mu Jingnan's handsome, unrivaled face, "Right, a toad!"
Mu Jingnan: "..."
He took a deep breath, reminding himself, this is his dear niece, no hitting allowed.
Thinking about the beating he took in the main building's study, hadn't he learned his lesson?
At the moment, this girl is the Mu Family's only little princess, the apple of her parents' eyes, untouchable.
Can't offend her, better skedaddle...
Mu Jingnan, expressionless, lifted his long leg and sidestepped Little Nuomi, "Shut it... Little Cutie."
The term Little Cutie, was absolutely influenced by the shadows left by the feather duster.
If he hadn't felt his tone was harsh, he wouldn't have added those three words.