"An'an?" Jun Moyan called out to him, thinking the little one was playing with him.
But even after calling twice, the little one didn't respond.
"An'an?" Jun Moyan tossed his suit jacket aside and then walked to the bed and sat down.
"An'an? What are you doing?" He reached out to lift the quilt but heard the little one's voice of resistance.
"An'an? What's wrong?" Jun Moyan sensed something was up and tried again to lift the quilt, but the little one resisted strongly, gripping the quilt, not letting him lift it.
"An'an, it's Dad, Dad is back." Jun Moyan thought he was scared being alone in the room.
He reached out to touch the little one's head, but the little one immediately dodged and moved further back.
"An'an?"
"Don't be afraid, it's Dad."
"Tell Dad what's going on."
Jun Moyan coaxed, while trying again to lift his quilt. The little one still resisted but showed no physical reaction.
