Little Nuomi climbed onto the sofa, sitting cross-legged, and took out her children's phone.
"Daddy, are you going to have dinner with Little Nuomi and Mommy?"
Lu Yin was in a meeting when he received Little Nuomi's call. He paused the meeting for ten minutes and left the conference room.
He smoked a cigarette in the hallway, "Daddy won't have dinner with you and your Mommy. Next time, I'll come home and eat with Auntie."
"Alright!"
"Daddy has to go back to the meeting."
"Then Daddy, remember to eat dinner!"
The concern from his beloved daughter truly warmed his heart until it melted.
"Daddy will."
After hanging up the phone, Little Nuomi giggled and ran to the kitchen, looking up to ask Xia Lin, "Uncle Xia, when will Mommy come back?"
"Miss Qiao is expected to return around nine in the evening, so we'll have dinner first."
"Ah..." The joy on her delicate little face gradually faded away.
