There were no kids here, of course, no children's high chairs either. He thought for a while, took a blanket from the sofa, and spread it on the floor facing the kitchen, then placed the little one on the blanket to sit. He walked into the kitchen, turned his head to check, and made sure the little one was always within his line of sight before he started tidying up the kitchen, which had been messed up by him.
As a privileged young master, when had he ever done such chores?
Wiping the countertop, wiping the floor, tidying up the milk powder...
In the blink of an eye.
Huh?
Where did he go!
There was only an empty bottle left on the blanket, and the little one had long disappeared.
Xicheng felt his heart swing in mid-air, then tighten all at once. Still clutching the rag, he dashed out and quickly scanned the surroundings.
The door was closed.
Beside the sofa, no one.
Under the bookshelf, no one.
On the stairs, no one.
...
Wrong!
Why was the stair carpet moving?
