Ashley smiled, but in her heart, she thought the little girl was too cute.
She slowly approached the little girl and stretched out her right hand.
"I'm not a bad person. Although I may not be able to be your mother, are you willing to tell me your name and how old are you this year?"
Children were simple-minded. They could intuitively feel who was good to them and who was bad to them. Therefore, when she felt that Ashley was not in danger, she put her hand in her hand.
"My name is Lola. I'm four and a half years old." The little girl said timidly.
"Oh," Ashley smiled and held her hands. "There are a brother and a sister who are not much older than you in my family. Would you like to go to aunt's house to play with them in the future?"
The little girl thought carefully. Her head was shaking and her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. She was too cute.
At the same time, Mr. Leah kept staring at her daughter, as if he was expecting to hear something from her.