"Ella," Collins Aiden set the cup on the table and quickly stood up, walking over to her and picking her up.
Seeing her crimson little face, his eyes softened.
He scooped her up horizontally, ready to leave the restaurant.
Just as he walked up to the car, the drowsy Ella suddenly opened her eyes, patting herself down, "Where's my bag?"
"..." Collins Aiden paused, turning his head to look at the old waiter beside him.
"I didn't notice Miss Ella had brought a bag with her, I will go up and get it now," the old waiter regained his composure and spoke abruptly.
"I'll go," Collins Aiden placed Ella in the car, then took steps toward the restaurant.
Ella's slender body leaned on the seat cushion, her large beautiful eyes fluttered, blinking several times. Seeing Collins Aiden enter the elevator, she suddenly felt her cell phone in her pocket and urgently scrambled out of the car.
