On the sidewalks heading past Dorian, a young lady was walking hastily, carrying a 3-year-old boy with tears in her eyes.
She wore a long yellowish waiter uniform, with an apron tied at the front.
Her hair messily fell across her face and bounced freely in the wind, exposing her swollen-teary face from time to time as she held the little boy in her arms firmly.
Dorian looked at her heading his way from a distance and instantly snapped his fingers at Zhulyn and Raulin.
"Bring her."
"Yes, Grandmaster." The duo answered before leaving the stand, making everyone curious as to what they were up to.
Even the lady and those in the nearby stalls who heard Dorian's instructions couldn't help frowning a bit.
This wouldn't be a lecherous Young Master who had taken fancy to this young girl's beauty, right?
They looked at the girl before looking at Dorian again, deep in thought.
