Evening.
In Rice City, the night was particularly cold, with people sweeping snow off the streets outside.
Caroline Edwin, wearing a face mask, headed towards Cosmos.
In an office brightly lit, Michael Harris, dressed in a suit and shoes, sat on the sofa, with tiny and skinny Charlotte Freda standing in front of him.
There was no one else in the room, which seemed to indicate a great deal of trust in Mr. Harris. Davy Lloyd, wrapped in a down jacket, stood guard at the door, shaking from the cold.
Charlotte felt uneasy, "Uncle Zhao..."
She did not know why, but she really did not like his gaze; it felt strange in a way she could not quite articulate.
Michael Harris's gaze was icy, "Not even calling 'Daddy,' Charlotte, you really are disobedient."
Seeing the child's unease at his words, he chuckled softly.
