Runze's POV
The drafting desk is covered in site elevations and layout sketches for Mr. Fu's library proposal when my phone lights up on the wood surface.
I pick it up, expecting a message from Meng Tai about the updated site measurements for the library layout. Instead, a text message from Bael sits on the screen.
Bael: *Is our daughter trying to kill me?*
I stare at the line for a second, a small smile pulling at my lips. I hit the call button right away.
He answers on the second ring. He doesn't even say hello, the background noise hits my ear first, a high, persistent crying sound that comes in sharp, exhausted gasps.
"...How long has she been up?" I ask, leaning back against my chair and capping my drawing pen.
