When Isaac set his eyes upon Leslie Miller, he thought she looked like a country bumpkin. He asked, "What's your name? Raise your head..."
Leslie slowly lifted her head to reveal a delicate face. But her skin looked rather rough. She looked about 30 years old.
The moment their eyes met, Leslie lowered her head again and said, "Sir, my name is Leslie Miller. I used to be a nanny for the children of a property tycoon in Seascape for five years. I'm from Cloud City. When my father died, I came back here."
At that moment, Quillon was wailing even louder in Isaac's arms.
Leslie stepped forward and gave little Quillon a smile. She began to coax him to stop crying while reaching out for him.
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