"Then shall we punish Daddy by making him reflect on his mistakes in a corner, okay?" Qiao An smiled, her face full of tender fondness.
"Okay!" Little Nuomi pressed her lips into a smile, silly and innocent. "And Daddy should be punished by telling Little Nuomi a story too!"
"Alright, that's the plan."
"Hehe."
Hearing Little Nuomi's laughter, Qiao An's mood finally lifted a little.
Little Nuomi clung to the phone and chatted with Qiao An for a good while, until Qiao Ran stretched out her hand. Only then did the little one reluctantly hand over the phone.
"Grandma, you can only talk to Mommy for a moment, okay?"
"Alright." Qiao Ran rubbed her little head. "Go to the kitchen with the helper sister to get some ice cream."
"Yay!" Little Nuomi jumped off the sofa in excitement, grabbed hold of the helper's hand, and dashed off toward the kitchen.
Even the corners of Qiao An's eyes and her brows were filled with warmth. "Mom, are you doing okay?"
