Lan Yue looked at the delicate girl and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.
He squatted down and looked at the little girl whose eyes were red and sobbing. He lowered his voice unconsciously. "What's wrong?"
The young girl was fair and tender, her black grape-like eyes seemed to have been soaked in water, like a porcelain doll, making people not dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring her.
In the past few years, Lan Yue had become much colder and harder. There were very few people and things that could move him.
But this young girl in front of him gave him an indescribable feeling.
After Lan Yue squatted down, Little Candy could see his face more clearly.
She forgot her fear and exclaimed in her heart. This Uncle was really handsome!
In her eyes, Uncle was already very handsome, but this Uncle was not worse than Uncle.
