Bao Yancheng brushed past the stunned Xiang Yiran and followed the crying upstairs to the children's room on the second floor.
Gently pushing open the door, the room was filled with a dim, warm yellow light. A small lion night light in the corner emitted a soft glow.
Bao Yancheng suddenly thought of Wen Wanzi's window and felt an unexplained warmth in his heart for a moment.
The small figure was sitting on the children's bed, still sobbing.
Bao Yancheng stood at the doorway, momentarily at a loss, not knowing whether to speak up and comfort or to reach out and hold him.
He didn't even know what he, as a father, should do at this time.
Mumu looked up and saw the tall figure at the door, got startled, choked up, and stopped crying, his big eyes brimming with tears flickering.
Seeing the child was still afraid of him, Bao Yancheng felt even more headaches.
Steeling himself, he walked closer and saw Mumu holding his little blanket, moving towards the corner of the bed.