"What's wrong with you?" Olivia Che walked up to the child, bent down and spoke softly.
Hearing the sound, the little guy put down his arms, revealing a face that was a little red from crying. His beautiful green-brown eyes were as moist as emeralds sprinkled with water from crying for a long time, and his black curly hair was also in clusters. The cluster is wet and sticks to the forehead.
He is still a foreign kid whose nationality does not match his nationality.
Olivia Che paused when he saw this, and the child also froze, obviously unable to understand the language. Then he saw the child quickly covering his face with his hands, looking even more frightened.
[He really went to pick up the child, ah, I was really annoyed and the child couldn’t stand it]
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