Emma Aiden sat there quietly, her lonely figure like a child abandoned by the Whole World.
In the next second, a pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her.
A tall figure enveloped her...
She instinctively looked up, and upon recognizing the person in front of her, like a lost child seeing a Family Member, she stood up without thinking and grabbed one of his arms, bursting into tears.
Emma Aiden cried sorrowfully, snot and tears wiping all over Oscar Dutton's sleeve.
Completely ignoring the Man's bewildered gaze.
"Ling, you called me here in such a hurry just to borrow my clothes to wipe your tears?" Oscar Dutton looked at his utterly ruined shirt, his Facial expression conflicted.
But seeing Emma Aiden crying so pitifully, he couldn't bring himself to scold her.
He raised his hand and patted her head.
