Lu Xining, who had just ended a phone call, did not look pleased.
While she pondered the caller's intentions, a pair of little hands hugged her calf, and a child's dependent voice carried a soothing effect.
Lu Nuonuo looked up with a brilliant smile, "Mommy, hug~"
Jing Zheng, who had brought her over, leaned against the door and teased, "Knowing you're home, this little rascal started to despise her uncle."
"Uncle, shy shy."
Little Dumpling turned back and made a face at him, then proceeded to cling to Lu Xining.
Lately, Lu Xining had been very busy, and so Lu Nuonuo had been playing with her uncle every day. She hadn't had much affectionate time with her mother for a long time and began to act coquettishly with Lu Xining as soon as she arrived.
After playing with her daughter for a while, Little Dumpling fell asleep. Lu Xining carried her to bed, tucked her under the covers, left the door slightly ajar, and went to the sofa outside the room to chat with Jing Zheng.