Downstairs in the apartment building, Mo Qian parked the car and entered the elevator with Ji Wei. The whole way, he held her hand tightly, never letting go.
Arriving at Nan Huiru's residence, after several times of knocking, there was no response from inside.
"Could mom not be home?" Ji Wei couldn't help but say.
Mo Qian glanced at the tightly closed apartment door and was about to turn away when he suddenly stopped.
Ji Wei saw him walk over and put his ear to the door, then Mo Qian's expression changed instantly. Curiously, she did the same, and from inside the heavy iron door faintly came the sound of a child crying.
The soundproofing in this apartment is very good, and if you didn't do this, you might overlook the sound inside.
Hearing her son's sad crying, Ji Wei became completely tense, clenched her hand into a fist and pounded on the door: "Mom, open the door, why did you lock An An inside? Open the door and let me see him!"
