However, this little girl had one hand in her pocket. For some reason, she looked a little cool.
The little girl frowned slightly, her thin lips pursed tightly, giving off a cold aura.
"You…" Qiao Nian had wanted to pull the little girl away, but the little girl avoided her hand, as if she didn't like to interact with strangers. She squatted down and smiled at the little girl, asking with concern," It's so late. Why are you here alone? Your parents should be very worried about you. Can you tell Auntie where you live so that I can send you home? "
The little girl looked at Qiao Nian steadily and said coldly, "Auntie, can you lend me ten dollars?"
Qiao Nian was slightly stunned. Puzzled, she asked, "Why do you want money?"
"I'm hungry."
Qiao Nian looked at the little girl in front of her and seemed to recall her own child. If that child survived, he would probably be the same age as this little girl.
