In an ordinary apartment complex.
As night deepened, most residents in the complex had turned off their lights, ready to sleep, or they watched TV in the living room with the lights off, or maybe they were on the computer.
In any case, with the arrival of late night, whether they had had a busy day or a leisurely one, people had begun to rest. Of course, the night owls were an exception, as they felt the night was when they were most energized.
In one of the apartments on a certain floor of a building, lights were brightly lit, chaos was inside, and mixed with the sounds of a child crying, it inexplicably agitated one's mood.
A little boy was crying.
The boy stood in the living room, extremely lonely and helpless, because the sound of arguing came from the bedroom.
Bai Houfeng felt a bit awkward, wanting to intervene, but thought of himself as an outsider and felt embarrassed to interfere, so he walked to the boy, crouched down.
