Olivia didn't know the children at all, but when she heard them crying, she felt her heart squeezing.

She quietly walked up to the tall man. She asked, "Do you need help?"

As soon as she said that, she wondered if she was seeing things, but she saw the man freezing.

The man had his back to her, and he was wearing a mask as well. She couldn't see his expression.

She explained in a kind tone, "Don't misunderstand, sir. I just saw you taking care of two children alone, so I thought you might need a hand."

The man remained silent, but the child in the stroller was crying even louder now.

Olivia's attention was drawn to the baby.

In the milky white stroller was a baby girl wearing a pink jumpsuit. She was crying so hard that her face was all wrinkly. Her tender face was filled with a pitiful look.

Olivia hastily picked the baby up, and the man didn't stop her.

"Good girl, are you feeling hungry? Be good and don't cry."

Her voice seemed to have an enchanting allure. The baby who wa