Fu Yurou listened carefully and realized that the crying was definitely not coming from next door.
The child next door cried with such hoarse, piercing intensity that a single wall was simply no barrier to the sound. But the crying she heard now sounded more like a kitten—soft and frail.
Ling Zihan had already dressed and clicked on the lights. Turning to Fu Yurou, who was also preparing to get up, he said, "Stay in bed. I’ll go take a look."
Chapter 400