Wesley appeared quite upright, not like someone who would commit crimes, and he showed his officer's ID to prove his innocence. He understood the plump woman's wariness; after all, Belle was a special agent in hiding. If someone else had come instead of her, it must mean she had met with misfortune.
"Did something happen to her?" the woman asked.
Xiao Qiao didn't know how to respond. Just then, a little girl about four or five years old ran out from inside, nestling affectionately beside her mother. With hair, eyes, and skin just like Belle's, she was practically a mini version of her.
"Mommy, who are they?"
"Mary, you go play first, Mommy is talking to the uncles."
The little girl seemed very well-behaved, and Xiao Qiao was stunned. From what Belle had said, her daughter was supposed to be quite old; how could she be a little girl of four or five? Was she adopted? Surely she wasn't her biological daughter?
