She remained silent, just tilted her chin up, and those dark almond-shaped eyes kept staring at him, almost like she was glaring.
Jeremiah May said nothing, and after he finished washing up, he could only pick up the little girl, hurriedly wash her a bit, then planned to return her to her mother.
However, as he passed the dining room, he happened to run into Mr. May, who was having breakfast.
Mr. May raised an eyebrow with some surprise when he saw Jeremiah holding the little girl, and the little girl was wearing clothes that Jeremiah wore as a child, "What, did this child spend the night at your place yesterday?"
Jeremiah's face darkened slightly, and after a moment, he finally replied "hmm."
"Do you really like this little one? If you do, I can ask her mother if this little one can come to the main house frequently and stay by your side," Mr. May said.
