As soon as Song Chen said this, the little girl raised her head in surprise and looked at him. Her eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. "Uncle Song, can't you read?"
Song Chen. "??"
Chu Xiaomeng shook the book in her hand in front of him and pointed to the cover, explaining, "I'm reading about the origin of species!"
Song Chen. "??????"
Now it was his turn to be stunned.
The little girl was not sensitive to danger at all. Was that what he meant just now?!
He took a deep breath and was about to say something when the little girl grabbed his hand.
Her small, soft fingers held his big hand, only grabbing one of his fingers. But it made Song Chen's body stiffen slightly.
Song Chen also had Chu Cichen's habit of not being used to strangers approaching him, but the little girl's approach didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all. Even though she was already five years old, she still drank milk every day, and there was a faint scent of milk on her body.
