Damian Sinclair finally lifted his eyelids at the words, looking at the newcomer, "Didn't you go abroad?"
"Yeah, just got back yesterday. Saw you from outside, thought I was mistaken, didn't expect to see you dining at a place like this." Cecilia Lynch walked over as if they were very familiar, intending to sit next to Damian Sinclair.
Before she could make it over, the little girl had quickly moved from the opposite seat, climbed up next to Damian Sinclair, and occupied the spot.
Cecilia Lynch paused, glanced at the little girl, walked to the seat opposite, and asked with a smile, "Damian, is this your cousin's child?"
"No." Damian Sinclair handed the milk to the little girl, not even looking at Cecilia Lynch, and said indifferently, "This is my daughter."
Cecilia Lynch's expression clearly stiffened.
The little girl lifted her face, smiling sweetly, "Auntie, this is my daddy. Are you my daddy's friend?"
