The next day, early in the morning.
Just past seven o'clock, Lu Yin had already departed.
Still groggy, Qiao An came downstairs, only managing to see him off to the car. She gave him some reminders and watched as he drove away.
This time, the issues with the overseas branch were rather tricky, requiring his personal attention.
Otherwise, Lu Yin would never leave so easily.
It was good that he left—Qiao An worried that if he ran into Mu Jingxi, it might end in a fight.
At seven-thirty, Little Nuomi woke up.
With a quick motion, she sat up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her tiny hands.
Her soft, milky voice carried a touch of drowsy confusion, "Mama…"
With her eyes still closed, her small hands groped around her side but couldn't find anyone. Only then did she open her eyes.
Her grape-like big eyes blinked in shock for a moment before she slid down from the bed and dashed out of the room.
