The door to the café's private booth was opened, and Charles froze for a moment when he looked over.
A girl appeared at the doorway, wearing small leather shoes, white lace long socks, and a pink dress.
"Little sister, did you go to the wrong booth?" Charles instinctively asked.
The girl in front of him looked no older than sixteen, giving Charles the impression that she posed no danger at all, she was simply an ordinary little girl!
Charles's first reaction was that she was definitely not from the underground world, she must have come to drink coffee and accidentally entered the wrong booth.
To his surprise, upon hearing Charles's words, the girl's face lit up with a happy, joyful smile as she walked further into the booth and even closed the door behind her.
She plopped down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and smiled brightly as she said: