The car drove along the road, Chen Hao glanced at the time, it was already past five in the afternoon. He hadn't expected that picking up a child would involve so many problems.
Thinking this, Chen Hao looked at Miaomiao sitting beside him, the child was nibbling on the ice cream he had just bought her. Her little face was filled with contentment, as if she had no idea about the recent events.
Chen Hao shook his head in silent exasperation. It was the first time he had encountered such a bold child, and a little girl at that, only seven or eight years old.
Miaomiao had a beautiful, delicate appearance, her small face was fair and smooth. One could tell she was a beauty in the making and would surely grow up to be stunning.
Although it's said that girls change considerably as they grow, the true signs of beauty are evident from a young age and tend to be set.
Miaomiao undoubtedly was a future beauty.
