Fu Qinglun leaned down and extended his hand to support the little girl, who had collided against his trousers.
The little girl raised her head and looked at Fu Qinglun with her large eyes. "Uncle, it's you?"
Fu Qinglun was stunned. It was actually the little girl who had chased after the little cat.
Mew.
The little cat ran over, knelt at Little Lemon's feet and looked at Fu Qinglun too.
"Little girl, why is it you?" Fu Qinglun stroked Little Lemon's head. For some reason, he adored this child very much, and he felt all tender inside looking at her.
Little Lemon was wearing a pink Chinese traditional costume and a high-waisted white skirt. She was wearing a pair of white leather shoes and her hair was in a plait, which accentuated the exquisiteness of her face.
Although Little Lemon was still very young, she was already a very beautiful little girl.
