Lu Nuonuo was tiny, nestled in Lu Xining's arms.
Hearing his words, the little one's dark eyes widened, her lips pouted, she could hardly believe the adult would lie to such an adorable child.
Just now, he had clearly told her that her brother was at home, but now he said he didn't know where her brother was if not with their mother.
Lu Nuonuo's little face fell, her innocent eyes looking at him accusingly, "Uncle, you're lying to a child!"
Being stared at with eyes that seemed to be looking at a liar, Ji Muye's ears felt a little hot. The little one's soft, chubby cheeks were puffed up like a little puffer fish,
giving him a sense of familiarity he felt he'd known before.
He ruffled the child's thick black hair and promised, "Saturday morning, uncle will have someone bring your brother to play with you."
The "brain of the brother" Lu Nuonuo immediately brightened up with a smile.