He was very curious; what business did Lai Qinghuan have with Mu Jingxi at this time?
The atmosphere was somewhat strange.
Little Nuomi's small mouth was puckered up high, her unhappiness written all over her face, her little arms tightly hugging Mu Jingxi's neck.
Mu Jingxi held her with one arm, gently patting her back with the other, and every now and then, he lowered his head, soothing her softly in her ear.
Anyone who saw this scene would envy the child's mother.
To tame a man so cold and proud to the bone into a good father, to love his daughter so much, she must be a true winner in life.
"Please have a seat, Miss Lai."
"No need, I'm just here to say a few words and then leave," Lai Qinghuan didn't want to stay long. The last time he had gone to the Lai Family to find her.
She could not discern his true intentions from the words he spoke.
After much thought, she decided to come in person. Since he wanted her to explain, why not do him the favor and owe him one?