In the kitchen.
Huang Jun leisurely walked out of the break room.
Suddenly.
He was drawn by a certain sound, causing him to pause, slightly tilt his head, and listen intently.
Close on its heels, he clearly caught the faint sound of crying coming from the direction of the school building.
Though the crying was subtle, it pierced through the clamor of the kitchen and reached deep into his heart.
He couldn't help but wrinkle his brow, murmuring softly to himself, "Hmm? I seem to hear the sound of children crying, what's going on?"
Indeed.
He was a bit concerned about his two precious daughters, worried that their mood might be affected by this.
Nearby, Aunt Li was busily washing one adorable small pumpkin after another. Hearing Huang Jun's concern, she smiled nonchalantly, "Kids, they cry every now and then; it's normal, no need to worry too much."
