James frowned as he looked at the little girl hugging his trouser leg, a hint of impatience flashing across his face.

With a cold expression, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

This was the underground parking lot of the company, how could a child have come in.

"Uncle, can you help me catch the mouse first!" Zoya pouted, looking up with teary eyes at James.

James frowned and glanced in the direction where Zoya had just come from.

This child was very ...