"Beautiful Uncle, are you here to see Little Princess?" Molly suddenly ran to Lucas's side, wrapped her small hands around his thigh, and happily looked up at him with her head tilted back.
Lucas bent down and picked her up, his handsome and devilish face softened as his slender peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, "Yes, Uncle came to see you. Are you happy?"
Lucas didn't know whether he had gone mad or not.
Yesterday, he had merely spent a little time playing with the Little Girl, and after she had been taken away, he felt his Villa was so desolate that he could not stand to stay there for even a second.
He went to the Company first thing in the morning, but he was constantly distracted, her little figure always appearing before his eyes.
The way she grinned like a Little Fox when she saw something tasty, trying to please him.
How she lay in his arms, holding a Paintbrush, attempting to doodle on his face while pretending to look pitiful.
