A series of memory triggers made Mrs. Ding's mind suddenly groggy. Her vision gradually became blurry, as if she could collapse at any moment.
At this moment.
A tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared, casting a graceful shadow in front of her. Decisively, he grabbed the crying little girl from her arms and held her.
At the same time, his large hand supported Mrs. Ding's swaying body, steadying her, as Mia Sinclair's voice flowed into her ears, "Are you okay?"
"...I'm, I'm fine."
Mrs. Ding replied without thinking, but immediately covered her mouth, flustered internally. Damn, she had broken her own rule twice today!
She stepped away from his support, looking around to ensure no one else was present. Then, she bowed her head, not daring to meet his gaze, and spoke very softly, "…can I ask you to do something for me?"
"Hmm." The man nodded slightly.
