Cayenne frowned while listening to the little girl beside him. Sure enough, she was speaking like an adult instead of a seven-year-old child.
"Jade…" Cayenne bit her lower lip, hesitant to ask her question.
"Go on. I'm willing to listen." Jade encourage her. For a young child, encouraging an adult seems funny but it was actually really sweet.
"Do you know anything about my father? Did your parents tell you anything? Is that why you're all good to me?" Instead of answering her question, Jade handed her a photo. "This is -?"
"That is your father."
"Eh? Isn't this the man I saw at the restaurant? Or was I wrong?" Cayenne looked at the picture carefully. "Is this really my father? We don't have any similarities at all?"
