When Little Candy mentioned Papa, a trace of sadness flashed past her black grape-like eyes.
Lan Yue suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
His well-defined hand patted the young girl's head lightly. "You have a good mother."
Judging from the young girl's clothes, personality, and the furnishing of the house, the young girl's mother must have loved her very much.
At the mention of Mommy, Little Candy's eyes curved into crescents again.
"Yes, yes. My Mommy loves me very much. Besides, my Mommy is a beauty. Every Uncle who sees my Mommy thinks she's beautiful."
Little Candy seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Lan Yue with bright eyes. "Handsome Uncle, are you married? If you're not, do you want to see my Mommy's photo…"
Hearing Little Candy's words, Auntie Zhang hurriedly shot a look at the young girl.
