Baron Lawrence glanced away for a moment, and the little figure had squeezed to the innermost part of the crowd.
His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, his brows furrowed even more.
"Excuse me."
"Who is it?" The person who turned around impatiently instantly softened their attitude, making way like a love-struck fool.
Baron Lawrence had just reached the innermost part when he spotted the little one in the crowd.
Then, he heard a soft, childish voice, timidly calling, "Uncle..."
"Uncle...uncle...uncle..."
It felt as if his heart was hit somewhere. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl with delicate features, her watery eyes wide, her arms open towards him, her wordless call, "Uncle...uncle..."
Was she trying to say uncle?
Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, looking at the little girl who reached out and wobbled over to him. Seeing the little girl approaching unsteadily, he instinctively reached out and steadied her for what seemed like a fall.