Baby Chi cried himself into gasping breaths, and Li Beijue squatted down to pick him up, awkwardly comforting him.
After all, he was just a five-year-old child. He had worried all through the night and had cried bitterly, and it wasn't long before his physical strength couldn't keep up. His eyelids began to fight to stay open, and under Li Beijue's comforting, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
But even in his dreams, he seemed extremely unsettled, furrowing his tiny brows and tossing and turning on the bed.
Li Beijue stood silently beside the bed for a while, then bent over to tuck him in before turning off the light and heading to the balcony of the living room, where he took out his mobile phone.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?"
