Seeing that the little guy had no reaction, Jun Moyan looked at him with confusion, taking a few steps closer to him.
"An'an?" he called out to him again simultaneously.
Still no reaction, the little guy seemed to be asleep, but Jun Moyan sensed something was off, because the little guy was sitting there with his eyes open, one small hand still grasping the swing rope.
At this distance, he couldn't possibly not hear. Even if he was in a daze, having called him several times, he wouldn't be this entranced and unevinced.
What happened to him?
Jun Moyan felt a vague unease growing in his heart, his brow furrowing as he hurried toward the little guy, but before he could reach him, Qing Yi suddenly appeared and called to him.
"Third young master."
Jun Moyan stopped in his tracks, instinctively looking at Qing Yi.
Qing Yi ran towards him holding a phone, his eyes glancing at the little guy sitting on the swing.
