"Let's go!"
Holding the little one's hand, Xia Nuan picked up the medicine on the table and took the little one upstairs, leaving the upstairs space to the sleeping Xicheng.
...
...
That nap, Xicheng slept very deeply, and when he woke up, it was already afternoon.
The living room was quiet, someone had closed the curtains, and with the weather outside being somewhat gloomy, the room appeared particularly dark. At a glance, it was almost hard to tell what time it was.
He raised his wrist to check the time, it showed three in the afternoon.
Had he really slept that long?
Where was the child?
Where was Xia Nuan?!
Xicheng suddenly sat up in shock, turned and rushed up the stairs, running into the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, the large bed was neatly tidied, and there was no one in sight.
He turned and rushed into the piano room, the piano lid was closed, and there was no one in sight either.
