Little Nuomi looked down, her eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans, "Uncle, I'm sorry, Little Nuomi was wrong."
"Qiaoqiao, you're too strict with Little Nuomi."
"Strictness is for her own good," Qiao An picked up her cup and took a sip of water, "If she makes mistakes now and I discipline her, it's much better than her making mistakes in society later and being disciplined by others. I'm her mother, naturally, I won't harm her, but strangers might not be so kind."
Little Nuomi raised her hands in surrender, sobbing, "Mommy, Little Nuomi won't make mistakes anymore."
"Good girl."
She pinched her cheek in praise.
Little Nuomi patted her little chest, Mommy was too scary, very scary.
After dinner, Mu Jingxi was called away by a phone call, and Qiao An took Little Nuomi for a walk.
"Mommy, sing a song for Little Nuomi."
"What song do you want to hear?"
Little Nuomi tilted her little head and started requesting, "Lou Binghua."
