Eyes that seemed familiar, coupled with a voice emanating from his soul, made Qin Hao's heart quiver.
He set down his coffee and strode out to approach the little girl.
The temperature in spring was still a bit low, and the little girl's body trembled slightly.
Qin Hao squatted down, looked into her eyes, and then simply reached out to embrace her.
"Brother will take you to eat," Qin Hao said softly.
The little girl, as if she had known Qin Hao for a long time, wasn't panicked at all, her big eyes full of trust.
Bringing the little girl into the coffee shop instantly made quite a few people frown.
Some showed a look of disdain, clearly dissatisfied with sitting next to a small beggar.
"Waiter, can anyone just enter this place? I don't want to sit and have coffee next to a beggar," a man complained.
Across from him was a rather attractive woman who also wore a look of disgust.
