"What?" Forsythia was a bit surprised.
"You said you adopted two..."
Before Yigol Foster could even finish his sentence, a crisp "Forsythia" was heard. Following the sound, he saw a little girl in a thin yellow down jacket, black skinny jeans, knee-high boots, and a green scarf around her neck, struggling to pull an oversized suitcase from the exit.
"Forsythia." A soft, sweet voice rang out, and the little girl looked up as she called out. Pouting her tender pink lips, she complained, "Forsythia, you guys are so unfair! How could you forget about me?"
Oh my gosh, this kid is so adorable. Especially those eyes that seem to have a heroic air no matter how you look at them.
Yigol Foster's eyes sparkled with love; a soft warmth rose in his heart.
However, why did this child look so familiar?
Where had he seen these eyes before?
Where had he seen this appearance before?
While Yigol Foster was lost in thought, the little girl crisply said, "Clive, please help me."
