Qiao An immediately pulled away from Mu Jingxi's embrace and ran upstairs.
Little Nuomi was stunned and immediately started to follow with her short legs, "Mommy, look at the butterfly!"
Mu Jingxi, with his quick reflexes, grabbed Little Nuomi, who was running past him. Suddenly airborne, Little Nuomi blinked in confusion and asked, "Uncle, can you put Little Nuomi down?"
"Your mommy is tired and needs to rest upstairs. Don't bother her."
Little Nuomi pouted, looking aggrieved, "Little Nuomi didn't bother Mommy. Look, the butterfly."
The little one's tightly clenched fist opened, and a colorful butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.
Little Nuomi: "..."
The butterfly flew away.
Flew away.
Went away.
"Ah!!!"
Mu Jingxi immediately put the little one down, and Little Nuomi bounced and hopped after the butterfly, turning her head while running and grumbling at Mu Jingxi, "Uncle, it's your fault. Mommy didn't get to see it!"
"Okay, blame me. Uncle will catch one for you."